No need to contact the sheriff...

So dad often tells people "oh I live just over the hill there, on the family farm...I run a little pot business from the shop out back". To most people who know us, no big deal...of course they already know where dad lives and what he does. To those who don't, I have to clarify he means "pottery business" not "pot business" and usually then the odd looks and whispers stop...

but, when I started posting pictures of my "herb pots" for growing herbs, all I kept hearing in my head was dad's standard introduction of him, the family farm, and the "pot business" so let me clarify...these are for growing cilantro, thyme, parsley, and other natural...legal...herbs, ha ha!

I had a pretty productive day today and got several things glazed, underglazed, and even scrubbed 1000 napkin rings for bisque firing. Ok, maybe not a thousand, but it felt that way...at least until I bumped the board they were sitting on and knocked a handful off into a million pieces in the floor! (No worries, there are plenty left!).

Here's to hoping what's left survives the next firing! (The kiln is still the enemy)