Unintended Consequences

Life has a funny way of offering what we need at a time we least expect.  I started pottery at a community education class for adults back in 2000, the first time I sank my fingers into a ball of clay on an old kick wheel in the middle school classroom, it was as if my soul had finally found it's groove.  Have you ever had an epiphany like that?

A few years ago I decided to try making a few bars of soap to sell along with ceramic trays, and today I sell a few trays along with my soap.

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This is what 400 bars look like on the curing rack, I'll need another few hundred for the holidays, along with hand balms, foot scrubs and the candles now scrabbling for shelf space in hand thrown cups.

Just to remind myself that I still love pottery (the most), I sat down to make a few bottles with textured side walls.  Every potter has a different style, every customer is drawn to their own unique aesthetic.  Sometimes there is a happy collision of style and desire and there is a sale.

In this middle time between crafting soap and delivery, my home smells amazing.  Mmmm - stop by for some aromatherapy if you'd like.

Namaste friends.