Reinventing the wheel
Aug 11, 2021
2 minutes
WORDS by AMANDA BLAIR
Pottery classes. Once a week for six weeks. Perfect. My life was missing a creative outlet; somewhere I could let my mid-life juices flow. I just wanted to make something that had WOW factor that I could put on display and show to friends who’d be jello of my obvious talent.
Menopausal oestrogen depletion strangely seems to result in an overwhelming urge to (without the dead boyfriend). I had visions of me at the potter’s wheel, moving slowly to as I gently yet skilfully turned a lump of clay into something decorative yet practical. A salsa bowl or receptacle for hot salted nuts.
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