Bright and early this morning we buttoned up our 7th firing of the wood kiln. We loaded it up on Saturday afternoon. Went out for dinner with friends and then on Sunday morning we started the firing.
It was a little chilly so I spent most of the morning sitting in front of the fire box adding small pieces of wood until it got too hot to sit there.
After 24 hours of firing, cone 11 was starting to go on the top shelf and 10 was bent on the bottom.
Do you have to wonder why someone who knows they are going to get just plain filthy firing, decides to wear a white sweatshirt? Because my “It’s OK if I’m dirty, I’m a potter” sweatshirt wasn’t around. It makes perfect sense.