together (part 3 - the finale)

I should've watched more of that show "One Stroke Painting" on public TV before we went to the pottery studio because I realized after we got there that I really wasn't a very good painter. Actually, I knew I wasn't a good painter way before that, but I still thought it would be fun to try. I knew I wanted to do some sort of serving tray. And I thought I had an idea in mind of what I wanted to paint on it, but that sort of changed after we got there. Here is our pottery before we got started. The coffee mug on the left is the one Phil painted for me. I liked the taller skinner shape (hmmm. . . maybe because I want to be taller and skinnier?!?!) and I liked the way the lines went around it. He chose the other one for himself.

This is about the beginning of the second coat of blue. And you should know the handle is now white. And there are white polka dots. I can't wait to see it after it's been all fired up and shiny. It's going to be my new favorite mug. My current favorite mug was mailed to me after my old favorite mug (which looked like a polka-dotted Frankenstein) was knocked off my overhead table at school and shattered all over the floor. Phil and I were still in the pretty early stages of communication at that point, and I had mentioned to him in an email that I had broken my favorite mug. About four days after that, my new favorite mug arrived in the mail, along with a hand-poured scented candle that was called Pacific Rain. To say I was excited that day doesn't even begin to describe it. It was my first gift from my internet boyfriend :) And isn't he so cute?

This particular pottery shop was a little Mom & Pop shop. The lady (who's a fabulous painter and sells her wares in an attached gallery, by the way) asked if she could take our picture. I am in deep concentration here painting my rose (which looks more like a circle with some squiggly lines). Think: Mary Engelbreitish, but way not as good.

On the back I painted my initials. Phil wanted to know why. I said, and I quote, "Babe, someday this thing is going to be on Antiques Road Show, and I want those people to know this is a WRB original." He started laughing and said, "It's going to be a loooooooong time before that thing ends up on Antiques Roadshow."

That ended our Valentine's Day. Well, no, let me take that back. A trip to Walmart to pick up a frozen lasagna actually ended our date, which is kind of funny because somehow we always end up at Walmart.

It was a lot of fun. Go paint some pottery with the one you love. And tune in tomorrow (or the next day, or the week after that) because I'll post pictures of our finished works of art as soon as they're fired up and we can go back and get them.