God, what is it about pottery. I can get shite pots out of that darn electric kiln, but every time I fire it I can't help but be hopeful. One could say naive and wishful. Like I don't understand the process and am just crossing my fingers that I haven't used up all my pottery luck and magic will happen. Magic generally happens in anything but a cone 6 electric. COne 6 electric makes you work for every single pot. Crossed fingers or not, the little kiln does not care. If the glaze wasn't fantastic going in, it is certainly not coming out. I like a little sprinkle of rutile on everything. It is the salt and pepper of the working man's oxidation. On the other hand my new bread machine is turning out beautiful, filling loaves. Which makes me happy each and every time. Ok, I can't type anymore I have to get back to crossing my fingers for the glaze firing happening right now.
PS. I know that is not a pic of my kiln, but a girl can dream can't she?
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