I love pots like this. So full of possibility. Could be any colour. They'll shrink a bit. They might not make it. I just don't know what will happen to them but there they are, drying away, waiting for more fun. It's such a process. So much fun.
These will go in the kiln for a bisque fire, then they're glazed and fired a second time. Then, if they survived all that, and I like them, you might be able to enjoy them!
In other news, on my favourite windowsill, the one with the good light, are some l'il 'ittens, my version of fingerless gloves for snacking but potentially cold fingers, just waiting for some little hands to keep warm, that is, when they're done. Pretty green, non?
All this AND I'm waiting for a LOAD of stones and wire to reach my doorstep so I can get to prettying up some lobes and necks Eastward.