Last week we met a potter.

On Friday, we stopped to take a picture of a lady with a water pot on her head.  Dickson was with us and just happened to know the potter and he took us to her.  Dickson found a lot of clay on his property and had it tested.  It was found to be good so the village potter has been buying clay from him.  She was in the process of mixing it when we were there.  Later, she would be forming it into pots and we planned to return but it rained a lot and we couldn't get there.  Maybe this week we can go back and watch her.

We bought this one.  It's for water and keeps it as cold as the fridge, we were told.  Haven't tried it yet.
It was the last one that she had from her last firing. 

She uses that hammer looking thing to mix the clay and the piece of gourd to smooth it.  She uses a twig off of a tree to  put the texture on it.  The mixing tool is from a branch of a tree too.

She is a tiny little thing.  Can't wait to get to know her.

The children love to have their pictures taken.  Then they have to see it on your camera.  When they see it, they just laugh and laugh.