I have had this in the basement for quite a while:
Its my pottery room. I have wanted this room since I threw (read: made on the wheel) my first bowl six or seven years ago. I took a ceramics class at MATC the summer Mike and I were living on State Street in Madison. I needed something to do as he studied the nights away for the MCAT, and a friend suggested we take a pottery class together. I enjoyed it more than any other kind of art I have ever tried. For the past few years I have been slowly collecting the things I need to make pottery on my own, in my own house. I've had the wheel for a while, but I just recently found a kiln. So today, in the basement, I had this:
A working kiln. Unbelievable. I didn't know what to expect. The kiln is very gently used, but it is also very very old, so I'm excited to find out that it works perfectly. I just need one more thing, a vent to get rid of all the nasties firing creates, and I'll be good to go! Ha!