Here are a few of me ladies of Sheridan that fired the woodie yesterday. It was a text book 24 hour firing with Cone 11 flat front and back. The students that had the night shift had a cold evening in the kiln shed with not much heat from the kiln. They wrapped themselves in blankets, lounged on the chesterfield and drank hot bevies. A pot luck was planned for the day of the firing. Funny that people seem to swarm around food and many never even visited the firing. I thought pyromania was a requisite of being a potter/ceramic artist. As a young potter I was mesmerized by fire like a deer in the headlights.