I've been wanting to take a pottery class for years and now I can officially say that, people, this is really, really hard. Finicky. Frustrating. Maddening, even. So when you throw a little pot that GASP looks like a little pot, you feel a triumphant surge of brilliance.
I am not generally someone who enjoys being bad at things. Like mini golf. Being bad at mini golf is just plain miserable. Being bad at wheel throwing is amazing. I could be bad at wheel throwing all day long.
This particular triumphant surge of brilliance lasted oh, a few days till it collapsed in on itself. A watery grave in the slop bucket for my first pot. Still fun, I promise.