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Jul. 11th, 2014 02:47 pmIt was the right decision, Brigid decided as she stood at her wedging table with a five lumps of clay before her. This was the part of the process that required the least amount of focus, but still needed to be done. Why not stand at the front window and look out over her new town, her new home, as she did it?
Most shopowners, she knew, would have used the window area for pieces and pots, draw the passerby in and lure them to shop, spend, transfer money from their pockets into hers. And maybe one day she would. For now, she enjoyed watching the people go by, going so far as to make up little stories in her head about what they might be doing today or where they were headed - why some moved with purpose and others meandered.
Strong arms moved the clay away from her body, heels of her hands digging into the warm weight of it, and she muttered in Gaelic as she called to the elements within, melding them together, using them to force the air pockets out to make a solid, dense mass she would craft into pots and vases, cups and bowls for the shop's stock. She was caught up, for once, on commissions, and intended to use today to get her inventory into better shape. These she would throw and fire, but leave unglazed for those that had a specific eye for the piece that would come to live within their walls. She had plenty enough already glazed for those looking to get a feel for what she could do with their selections.
Though she'd only been here a few weeks, and all of that so preoccupied with moving and settling that the town around her had almost ceased to exist for her, there was a feeling of home to this small town that she hadn't expected so far from Ireland.
OOC: There's a new pottery studio attached to KeKe's and the door is open for the curious, or the not so curious. An idea of what it looks like inside
Most shopowners, she knew, would have used the window area for pieces and pots, draw the passerby in and lure them to shop, spend, transfer money from their pockets into hers. And maybe one day she would. For now, she enjoyed watching the people go by, going so far as to make up little stories in her head about what they might be doing today or where they were headed - why some moved with purpose and others meandered.
Strong arms moved the clay away from her body, heels of her hands digging into the warm weight of it, and she muttered in Gaelic as she called to the elements within, melding them together, using them to force the air pockets out to make a solid, dense mass she would craft into pots and vases, cups and bowls for the shop's stock. She was caught up, for once, on commissions, and intended to use today to get her inventory into better shape. These she would throw and fire, but leave unglazed for those that had a specific eye for the piece that would come to live within their walls. She had plenty enough already glazed for those looking to get a feel for what she could do with their selections.
Though she'd only been here a few weeks, and all of that so preoccupied with moving and settling that the town around her had almost ceased to exist for her, there was a feeling of home to this small town that she hadn't expected so far from Ireland.
OOC: There's a new pottery studio attached to KeKe's and the door is open for the curious, or the not so curious. An idea of what it looks like inside