Studio rescue mission

Margaret called this morning with that slightly panicked voice that means her pottery studio looks like a tornado hit it. Yesterday’s workshop with twelve beginners apparently left clay tools in places that defy physics and glazes hiding behind everything.

Studio rescue mission

Three hours later, we’ve got her entire glaze collection properly labeled and her tools sorted by function instead of by “wherever someone dropped them last.” Margaret keeps insisting I don’t need to help with the heavy lifting, but watching a 68-year-old woman try to reorganize forty-pound bags of clay while I sit there drinking tea feels wrong.

Found the missing cobalt blue glaze behind a stack of bisqueware

Found her missing cobalt blue glaze behind a stack of bisqueware that somehow migrated to the wrong shelf. The relief on her face when we located it was worth every dusty minute. She’s already planning next month’s workshop, and I’m already planning to show up the day after with reorganizing reinforcements.