I had this brilliant idea that for the back half of my year, I planned to get out of the house, get from behind the desk, and expand my art repertoire. I decided to take a pottery class and learn to throw from the wheel. I watched The Great Pottery Throw Down, how hard can it be?
I signed up for a local class and let me tell you...I won't ever do that again.
I would have to borrow a star to reach the level of disappointment I had with this session. It wasn’t a class, or even me being able to press the wheel to learn the optimal potting speed. I got none of that. What I got was an instructor who pretty much allowed me to touch the clay and press in, and she did the rest. Including pressing the pedal to make the wheel go.
In my head, I was going to do this.
I learned nothing about throwing on the wheel. I did learn to never go back to this place or to get my hopes up too high.
I got nothing from this experience.
I even asked, “so the next one, I get to do it by myself?”
No, that one twenty-minute, “here let me show you,” session was all I got for $60.
I could pay twice that at Gertrude Herbert and got five sessions, but I was thinking, smaller, more intimate, support the small business, and nope.
My level of disappointment is so high, that my feelings are actually hurt by the experience.
I will not get to sand, shape, or even apply my own glaze. I did get to pick them out. Oh, and I can come back in two weeks and pick up my cup. Keep the cup and eat this review, Madam.
They were super nice and polite. I will never go back, not even to pick up the cup, and sure as Shinola will not recommend this place to anyone, not even a bunch of visiting monks out for a mediocre time on the town.