Monday, 16 January 2012

The Return of Pinny Lady

As Potters,  recognition, appreciation and encouragement are often the small milestones along the way that keeps us at the task. I can live with being known as the "Potter Husband of the Lady that makes those beautiful aprons." Husband of Pinny Lady is harder to accept. What about the pots then?
The pots came before the need to make those aprons!
 It was at a Ceramic Fair when consensus amongst a group of fellow exhibitors was that there was a need for a good potter's apron. One that kept the legs clean whilst throwing, did not sag at the front and touch the rim of that newly thrown pot or make the shoulders ache after a spell on the wheel.
No good asking me, I make pots with coils, wear my children's cast off sweat shirts and get shouted at when I slump in the chair covered in clay.
It took Laura about a year of experimenting to come up with the current design. Numerous Potters were asked to try it on and give feed back whilst Laura made tucks and notes and resolved to make another prototype between trying to make a living making curtains. The final result has proven to be quite popular. Pinny Lady has made extra long ones. Extra short ones and an extra wide one for someone who wishes to remain anonymous. Aprons with a pouch at the front to catch the fettling from handmade work and a couple of children's aprons. She has made them in eye melting pink, and one in pinstripe. Can't imagine throwing in a bowler hat with a furled umbrella, but it takes all sorts. Extra pockets? No problem she smiles, no pockets even less of a problem.
Even I have one now. David Binch said that I looked like an Edwardian shopkeeper when he saw me wearing it.
Stocks ran out just before Christmas, production is in batches between making curtains and blinds and the curtain business was really busy. I rashly offered to help, thinking I could grab some of the limelight and bask in the reflected glory that has become Pinny Lady's.

I am rubbish at fabric engineering and the industrial sewing machine is a scary beast. It's like a F1 McLaren to drive. Pinny Lady can go from nought to sixty in a second. Stop. Do a hand break turn, negotiate the chicane and stop dead on the finish line. When I try, I run out of road and hit the tyre wall.
I got to cut out six sets of apron parts, and my thumb hurt for days. I'll stick to making pots and firing kilns and leave the glory to Pinny Lady.

"Just the one pot is it Madam, shall I wrap it or get Wright to pop it round to you on his bicycle?"

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