I had the worst kiln accident the other day. On the way to the kiln I tripped. The tray full of bead whistles crashed to the ground. Every bead whistle broke but one. I was devastated in the worst way imaginable! These were some that I had spent two days glazing. Intricate patterns abounded — except for one which I thought I would paint different strokes of red!
I had no idea which of the whistles had survived. I bravely put together a small load of other glazed objects, loaded, and started the kiln. The next morning upon opening the kiln, I discovered that this plain red whistle was the ‘winner’.
I am glazing today. Let’s hope I don’t trip again.