I like to play dirty when I have a great clay body to work with. Having said that, remember that little happy mistake from the other day? Well it seems that new dark clay body gave me fits so trying to force that clay to make something turned out to be a daunting task. I spent all day in the studio Tuesday trying to throw with that clay to no avail. By the time I would get my large pot to size and everything just right, it would naturally on its own begin to sag and fall. Sitting there watching it happen was a little unnerving and right back to it I would go with greater determination. Determination is something I was born with so I continued to work my magic with the clay. I would get my pot all the way up to a very large size and then the clay would give me a piece of its mind. So round and round we went till I finally gave in, did I just admit I gave in? The problem I had with the clay is that it has no grog in it – grog is like sand/grit -. It’s almost like throwing with butter but that’s exaggerating just a wee bit but you get the point.

Laying my frustrations aside, I decided a run to Dallas was critical in order to sling mud around over here. Now I have approx 400 pounds of that butter like clay body and another 300 pounds of dark clay with grog. I’m sure I have enough mud in this house to come up with something this week. I’m going to put those 400 pounds of clay to good use by making slabs and then into purses, so it’s not going to waste. Now I can’t wait to get my hands into that other clay. I hope it’s just what the Dr. ordered.