I've talked to some people 'in the know' and it has become apparent that a mould was needed for my doilies, to avoid the slumpy outcome of my first attempts. So here they are. It was too messy to photograph the actual process but picture a grown up, sitting on the ground under the house, in her oldest messiest clothes armed with a bottle of water, a butter knife, ipod + speakers blaring and a 10 kilo block of school grade clay. It was an interesting afternoon and I forgot that last time I made clay bowls was probably when I was 10, at primary school and had a teacher help me...it took me a while to get back into it let's just leave it at that...
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