Trying Something New with My Girl {Pottery}

Yesterday Maggie and I participated in a Mother Daughter pottery class at the same studio where Tyler took a 6 week class.

Maggie has an artistic gift and I wanted her to have a try at the wheel.

The last time I threw on a wheel was 5th grade in Fine Arts class.

My mom still displays my {uneven} masterpiece.



After watching Wendy, the studio owner, demonstrate for us I just knew I had this.

After all, what could be hard about it right?

If Demi and Patrick could do it so could I.

I forgot two things.

Centrifugal force. {It's a beast}

And the lack of muscular male sitting behind me to help keep the clay centered.



We were each given a blob of clay and once centered, the wheels were spinning and the messy magic began.





My girl is so creative.

Seriously she was born to make things.

She is so brave to try new things...not over thinking how it should be done...or what the outcome should be.

She already gets that it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.

I missed that memo...



Here's mine.

I'm a chicken.

No wait...I'm a perfectionist.

I'm probably both.

Regardless, I'm thinking this does not make for a good "potter".

I was afraid to do anything creative with mine.

Played it safe all the way.

I also may or may not have embarrassed my poor daughter by asking the teacher to come help me get the wobble out of mine 59 times.






After cleaning up, the time came to remove our pots from the bats.

Again, my daughter totally rocked at this.

Me? Not so much...messed up my base a bit.

{Let it go Talysa}



Our pieces will now be glazed in the color of our choice and we will pick them up in a few days.

For me, just the time spent with my girl...doing what she loves...that's good enough for me.

I hope she feels the same way.