Many of my fellow humans in Southern Ontario were irritated with the coming of "polar vortex part 2" this week. But, the snow storm came to me as a blessing. Instead of braving the roads (and drivers!) into work, I took the day to stay at home and finally made some pots in my new studio. The studio isn't fully functioning yet. Our severely sloped floor is limiting the amount of shelves I can put up (ie. none, as they lean FAR, FAR away from the wall) and therefore, there are still a lot of boxes of stuff hanging around on the floor. I need to make pots for this woodfiring though, so I wedged up some clay on my rickety table and spent the afternoon throwing mugs, espresso cups and tealight holders. It was a lovely way to spend the day.
While the wind whistled and the snow piled up on our porch, I sat inside with the woodstove crackling away, and a very happy cat watching me throw.
Happy spring/dead of winter.