When my daughter was in preschool, we visited a ceramics place as part of a Montessori family Christmas outing type thing. It’s been years but, mid July it dawned on me for us to back. My daughter agreed quickly and it was a date.
It’s a brightly lit cozy little art studio. The walls are lined with hundreds of colored and speckled glazes and just about every naked ceramic object you can name. From humungous boxes and tableware, down to itty bitties the size of a quarter. You use the space and the tools and supplies as long and as much as you want, and only pay for the item itself. Then you leave it for them to clear glaze and fire for you that week.
It’s been an unsurprisingly calming thing for us to do together when things are hectic. We’ve been back for our second round already and are trying to make time for a third. I started a Day of the Dead plate and mug that are going to take a few visits to finish. She is waiting patiently to have her latest ones fired. An ice cream cup and spoon, birdhouse, tiny toaster business card holder (ours is not to reason why), piggie, treasure box, and chubby whale.
Though my daughter paints four to my one, we picked up our first batch early last week and I am not even mad about how my Dragon Fantastique turned out…
And consequently, I haven’t been able to get this one out of my head since!