tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-576713095937364949.post226430691864161753..comments2023-12-23T08:26:04.543-05:00Comments on Gary's third pottery blog: 29 years plus 29 minutes....Gary's third pottery bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13517401528128108791noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-576713095937364949.post-83821702762842570152012-09-01T10:12:41.376-04:002012-09-01T10:12:41.376-04:00B wants to know if you make growlers.B wants to know if you make growlers.cmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10246893649105671609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-576713095937364949.post-559496986539180052012-08-26T16:19:54.559-04:002012-08-26T16:19:54.559-04:00The huge bowl.....I covet it. I have a mixing bowl...The huge bowl.....I covet it. I have a mixing bowl problem....Claudia from Idiot's Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01541460586713196175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-576713095937364949.post-77356719687698733892012-08-26T05:55:01.793-04:002012-08-26T05:55:01.793-04:00My mind is always in the gutter.
Back in the old ...My mind is always in the gutter.<br /><br />Back in the old days, when I was demonstrating to evening group visits, and I had, for instance, twenty members of the Young Wives Club, the Women's Institute, or some similar group, composed of all women, I would experiment with my show, and on the occasions when, with a straight face, I'd centre a piece of clay, have it mound into a breast shape, raise a nipple, let my finger rest a moment at its peak, then gently push it down, then, in a swoop the clay would raise up, thick, phallic and swaying, down again to a breast and then, with a plunge, my fingers would dive in and open it deep, there'd be a collective gasp, and I'd smile innocently at all those pink, flustered faces. <br /><br />And when I did my demo like that, they were always more animated, asking more questions, consuming more chocolate cookies, and most important, buying more pots!<br /><br />Afterward of course, I'd catch hell out of my girlfriend, who'd accuse me of flirting with the woman in the second row.<br />What can I say? The woman in the second row? Which one was that? Oh, yes, she bought two teapots.soubriquethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01151288534629885195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-576713095937364949.post-69042061788201367062012-08-25T19:42:11.482-04:002012-08-25T19:42:11.482-04:00That scene in "Ghost" has a lasting effe...That scene in "Ghost" has a lasting effect on all who see it. Every time the movie is shown on TV I get a spate of enquiries for classes. It is a lot harder than it looks but very satisfying. Some say theraputic and others say frustrating, but like anything it takes practice and time.JBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15597652623447564987noreply@blogger.com