A few days ago one of my friends commented it must be like Christmas every time I opened the kiln. I quipped something about or Halloween and not the good bits. And this is what I mean. This is Halloween.These small pasta bowls were meant to go to my brother Bob's wife Patti. They were gorgeous except I stuck 7/8 to the kiln shelf. See the pseudopods of glaze? They are effectively ruined. I can knock the drips off and grind them, but I am likely to do even more damage with the grinding.
So I will try...and the survivors will go on the discount shelf and I will make them over again.
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