Pottery Painting

In my younger years I was never really interested in pottery. It wasn't really my type of art, and I was pretty big on art. I didn't know what to do with bowls and plates, I didn't think you could hang them on the wall, therefore they weren't my thing.
And then I grew up.
Then I started cooking.
Then I started traveling.
Then I started bringing the stuff home from all over the world.
And now... it's my kind of thing. I can't get enough. I would love to someday be able to make my own (though I don't think I'll ever own a kiln or anything like that....I just want to borrow someone else's studio for a day or something!!!)
Today, Park and I painted our own pieces at this great place here called Graffito. I've been meaning to go for a while now, but haven't had the chance, or taken the time. I took the chance today. It WAS A BLAST!!!! They had sooooo many things to choose from and if I was independently wealthy I would have spent a fortune there! Plus, it's extremely kiddo friendly. They cater to them actually. I don't know the first thing about painting pottery and I was insanely timid. (which I'm normally not, when it comes to painting things) because I have no idea how it will turn out after it's fired. The colors are not as they seem when you put them on. It's like drawing with invisible markers. I let Park pick out everything himself. Color everything himself....I'm pretty sure everything will be a weird brown or grey color. It'll be awesome!!!!