Can you believe that in all my years of clay I’ve never attempted a mug? I’ve been wanting to try my hand at espresso cups. Their diminutive size seems less intimidating than a mug. Small pieces require intense focus. New shapes require room for ideas to move freely. Who knows, my espresso cups could turn into mugs, or egg cups. But with two of my three children away for another week, this seems like a good time to try something I’ve not tried before.