Title: Constellation Plate

Kelly took a week of Pottery Camp this summer, and it was awful.  DREADFUL.  I’m the worst Mother in the world for making her go to 2.5 hours per day of tortuous Pottery Camp. Which is to say, Kelly felt about Pottery Camp as Kelly feels about all camps: they are NOT Camp Mommy.  And why would we leave Camp Mommy to go to a NOT Camp Mommy?  It lacks logic and stinks of poor planning.

Title: The Turtle Vase

When her large box of finished pieces were delivered, suddenly, Pottery Camp was the artistic endeavor of her life.  She gently unwrapped each masterpiece, retelling the tales of her creative genius.  I thought the Constellation Plate was pretty cool, and I recognized her turtle without a prompt.  I was thinking because each piece has the same base color, they might look neat on a shelf together against a wall of a similar color.  And then she unwrapped this:

Title: Everyone Poops In The Pott(er)y Class.

THIS was her favorite.  It’s a candle holder, which means she fully expects me to place it dead center on our dinner table.  And I’m a Mom…which means I HAVE TO…it’s THE LAW.  Betcha you don’t have one of these. Don’t go hitting up Yankee Candle for it, because they don’t have it either. If you want a votive holder surrounded by worms or snakes or purple turds, you’ll have to commission Kelly.  I can try to get you on her schedule, but it’s tight.  She has her daily reading log, Sunshine Math…what have you.  Yep, nothing like staring at petrified purple turds every night at dinner, my friends.  Bon Appetit!