One thing that is amazing about this world, and I’ve been trying to notice those things more, is that you never know when new love is around the corner. It might be romantic but it might also be a friend you’re about to make when you accidentally hit them with your car, or a new recipe that you know immediately you’re going to eat nonstop for weeks until you fall out of love suddenly and violently and can’t ever look at it again without gagging. Or in my case – you discover a TV show about pottery.
I have only had the usual middle-aged lesbian passing amount of interest in ceramics before, unless of course you count seeing the famous scene in Ghost at 11 years old and feeling peculiar, and then feeling very peculiar later when Patrick Swayze in the body of Whoopi Goldberg kissed Demi Moore (but I digress). My interest in the art form was sparked (in a different way this time), when I had one of those good illnesses that means lying down watching a lot of TV. This led me to a show called The Great Pottery Throw Down.
