Gracious Rain

On a whim, we gathered together the moms and dads and kiddos for an evening at the pottery paint shop known as “Color Me Mine.” Perhaps you’ve heard of it. It was my first time and I’ll admit, when I made the reservations–or “booked the studio time” as they say, I was a bit nervous to tell them, first, how big our group was, and second that we had a few kids and a baby. Turned out that they didn’t bat an eye. In fact, the gal said, “Bring ’em. They’ll love it.” And love it they did.

First, we got to choose our piece, be it bowl, mug, bunny or pirate skull–there was something to make everybody happy.

Next we choose our glaze pallets…

from the millions that they had to offer.

Of course, I was looking for my very own pink and purple. Shockeroo, huh?

Then we grabbed a couple of brushes and set off…

To our own little private room.

There was seriously no rush whatsoever.

We just took our time…

and focused…

and worked…

and concentrated…

and personalized…

until…

at last, we couldn’t find another bare spot of clay.

Then, and only then, did we know we were finished.

We turned our masterpieces in to the nice lady behind the counter. She put them all on a tray and told me I could come back and get them on Saturday.

So that’s what we did.

Just hanging out creating cool, very, very much us kind of stuff.

Perfect.

Stay tuned for the fired and finished results of our pottery paint fest…it was dang cool.

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