Confessions of A Closet Art Nerd

I love working with my hands, especially when it comes to cooking and art. Cooking and art...mmm...just the thought of the two together makes me smile. I've tried to force myself to use working out as my preferred outlet to de-stress (it's much less fattening), but I'd be lying if I said the other two weren't my natural go-to's when the going just gets too tough to bear.

While I was still in Provo, it wasn't uncommon for me to spend a few hours a week at Color Me Mine, all on my own, just painting to my heart's content. Or holed up in my room, art supplies strewn across my floor as I sketched and painted until all of my worries were gone. Or other nights, I'd come home from work/school, and it was all I could do to throw on an apron before I cooked my stress away.

But I haven't been doing nearly enough cooking or artsifying since I've moved to Michigan...until last night. I broke out the old Prismacolor pencils and just couldn't put them down. I've missed art too much. And today, I decided I'm going to do something about it. So, I found something that combines my two favorite things in a new form: a six week pottery class, complete with throwing the pieces, painting them, and firing them. I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am about this. Granted, I know the odds of my first pieces turning out as pretty as Frances Palmer's work are slim to none...but let me dream for just two seconds. One day. One day, I am determined I'll be able to create something as pretty as these for my kitchen.

PS I am obsessed with Frances Palmer pottery (but not their price tag), and especially love her Pearl Collection.