I have a bit of a hang-up about clay. Maybe even a big
texture. And the mess. Which is kinda crazy when you consider that I have
absolutely no hang up about any other art messes. Paint? Bring it on! Shaving
cream? Let's squirt it all over!
Ugh. I don't even want to think about it.
the other hand, LOVES clay. Loves the texture and the mess. So I'm trying hard
to get over my clay thing. Trying to at least make it available more and to not
worry about the mud in my house.
always been my sensory girl. As a toddler, she used to take off her shoes every
single time we walked past a certain tempting gravel driveway that
belonged to a neighbor. Just so she could walk over that gravel in her bare
doesn't do that anymore, but still loves sensory experiences. Loves textures. Loves clay.
I look at
her with clay up to her elbows and want to ask, "Wouldn't you rather just DRAW? With a pencil maybe? On this nice
clean sheet of paper?"
That's me. I'd rather draw. She'd rather squish and squeeze clay.
don't say anything. I'm sure I'm probably passing on enough of my neuroses and
bad habits—I can at least make an effort not to pass on the ones I'm aware
Besides, I write a blog about children's art, for crying out loud. I gotta
let the girl have her clay.
Craft Project Ideas (one of my blog sponsors) offered to send me a few of
their products to try out, and I noticed they carried a pottery wheel for kids,
I said yes, please. Send one of those along.
oh, a few months ago at least. It took me that long to open the box (confession
time again) even though I KNEW
Maia would absolutely and totally love the pottery wheel. She'd been asking for
one ever since trying out the pottery wheel at our annual Clay Day at the Folk Art Center. (If I had known there was such a thing as a pottery wheel for kids, I might have bought one, but instead I mumbled something about someday and tried to change the subject.)
still took me ages to open the box, buy the required D batteries, and set it up
in the studio.
always the best artful parent.
finally set the pottery wheel up in time for Maia to explore it with her friend
Stella, who has taken pottery classes and camps and knows her way around a
pottery wheel. (Note to self: I need to sign Maia up for one of those camps.)
a blast. Stella showed her how to use the wheel and they each made small bowls.
I'd love to say that we cleaned up the mess right away and it wasn't so bad.
But I actually had a hard time even looking
at the clay mess and have avoided it for the past several days.
still looks like a clay pit in the studio.
the bright side, Maia has been using that pottery wheel every day, often two or
three times a day. So, I could have just said I left it all out on purpose so that she could have lots
and lots of her beloved clay time. Just a little white lie. But yes, she's
loving her clay time and yes, I'm still having a hard time with it, and yes,
I'm trying not to let her see that I'm having a hard time with it.
all probably think I'm a nutcase right about now.
By the way, the clay that came with the pottery wheel was too hard to use so we used
the clay we had on hand. I understand that you can soften hard clay by putting it in a bucket or plastic bag with some water, letting it sit overnight, and then kneading it. Or something like that… You pottery folks and art teachers out there, please correct me if I'm wrong! Is there a good method for this? I saved the hard clay and would like to try to reconstitute it.
The pottery wheel was sent to
us for free by one of my blog sponsors. I was under no obligation to post about it, but thought you would be interested. All opinions expressed are my own.
The link for the Discount School Supply clay is an affiliate link.