When I gave up my steady nursing job on Star Wars Day, May the 4th (be with you), my primary job became full time captain of our family’s ship. If there were an actual ship, with sails to hoist, hatches to batten down, and the like, that might be enough to keep me sufficiently engaged, but, there is no actual ship, just lots of cooking, dishes, laundry, and children's moral frameworks to structure. Whatever, I'm still a captain.
Ultimately, the key was having a plan... and children in school. The plan was to throw 100 mugs. That was it. And I did it. (No one is more shocked by this than me.)
As for glaze, I had used the last of my supply for a kiln load in April and I was frozen in indecision at the prospect of picking new colors. My friend, Lecia, saw me floundering around with this problem and decided I needed an intervention. The kind where drugs and/or alcohol is actually recommended.
She helped me pick colors online and when I was ready to order them, sight unseen, she calmly and wisely said, “uh, no”. So she rode with my daughter and me to The Ceramic Shop in Philadelphia to look at glaze samples in person. Together we picked out five tester pints.
I had it in the back of my mind that these mugs would eventually come with me to a craft show along with some siblings I've already started to make.
Or persistence and hard work, however you want to look at it. The point is, the idea became a plan, the plan became reality and it totally made me smile. If you are one of the wonderful people who bought one (or more) of my mugs, I hope it makes you smile too. Thank you.