I don't like mirrors, as a rule. They refuse to show me what I want to see, and it upsets me. So I try to avoid them as far as I can. At the last house, my bedroom mirror had purple velvet draped over it so that I couldn't catch my reflection unexpectedly and thus I was always prepared for what I saw. I've managed to not recover it now that I've moved, it was a trial run at first, but it's been reasonably successful as the mirror's in a less prominent position than it was previously.
I used the mirror twice this morning. The first time was when I'd put my underwear on, and the second after I was fully dressed. Without my clothes I looked so lumpy and bumpy. All blobby and wobbly and ugly. I want to be lithe and slim, someone who would be confident wearing a bikini, should she so choose to. I'm quite some way from that. When I checked my reflection after getting dressed, things were much different. I seemed quite slim after all, I wasn't as horrific as I first seemed. This made me feel like I'm hiding my true nature. I'm pretending to the world that I am thin and attractive, when the truth is hidden beneath my clothes. What would people say when they find out I've been lying to them? I don't want to give people reasons to hate me, so it seems to be that I shouldn't keep up this pretence any more, that I need to expose the truth, dress in a manner which reflects my true state, so that no one could accuse me of fabrication, or distorting reality. It wasn't a good start to the day.
I spent the morning gluing more bits of glass to a piece of MDF. Not terribly exciting, but better than painting. The afternoon's pottery lesson was fairly enjoyable. Only two of us showed up to the class, so it was quiet and peaceful. We learned about the base of pots and how to create, modify and adjust them. The teacher brought our bags into the room we were in, as there's been a spate of thefts recently. This turned out to be good planning as about twenty minutes before the end of the lesson, the other student who'd showed discovered her coat had gone missing. We hadn't thought to bring the coat in with us, the teacher said she didn't think someone would take a coat. I was glad I left mine at home today, as the sky was blue and sunny when I'd left. They went up and notified the office whilst I stayed with our bags. The people in the office rang the police and they arrived pretty much instantaneously, but we didn't manage to retrieve her coat. She'd left her bus pass and house keys in its pockets, everything else was in her bag. It's a bad situation when things like this are going on. I suggested that in future the door to the pottery section was kept locked, but apparently it's meant to be left open. I'm not sure if this is for health and safety or just for general access.
So that's all the exciting news. On a less riveting tip, I brought home my slab pot. The firing went well and the glaze looks good, though I think I added too much of the second glaze, as the colour is quite a bit darker than what I remember aiming for. I'm going to give it to Tom when I go stay with him this weekend. Haven't got a clue as to whether he'll appreciate this gift or not, but I've got to find something to do with all these pots, and I definitely don't require any more myself. In fact, if you'd like a pot, leave a message in the comments section and we'll discuss.
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