I also love art supplies. I recently joined the freshman class of the old people and needed a meaningful time sink as I transition from my favorite role as a stay-at-home mom.

A few years ago, I took a casual wheel-throwing class. But recently, while my daughter and I were brainstorming special activities we could share before she leaves for college, we decided to sign up for a pottery session together. I can already see every potter everywhere nodding along: it always starts with just one class. The next thing you know, you’ve plowed your retirement savings into a professional kiln.

I’m still learning as I go (aren’t we all?) and loving every single second of it.

That joy is exactly how you’ll know your piece was made with love and wonder. I’ve even found a strange sort of zen in the cleanup process—blasting the clay scraps off my tools with a garden hose after a long throwing session.

Currently, my studio is nestled inside my kids’ outgrown treehouse. It is absolutely perfect. I get to play with clay while listening to the birds, looking out over the garden, and occasionally chatting with the ladybugs who seem to genuinely enjoy my company. (Did I mention I get to clean up with a garden hose?)

I am jumping into this pottery world with both feet, learning the art of patience and striving to let go of perfection. I would love for you to join me on this journey. Please click my Instagram link below to follow along with the view from the canopy!

Be well,

– m