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No Cover, No Creeps: Ladies Night at Quiggly's Clayhouse UPDATED

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I know what you're thinking, "Studio 54 and the Disney Channel had a baby?" Close but, not quite. The fine folks at Quiggly's Clayhouse boast an offering of the perfect environment for children and adults to paint pottery, make mosaics and fuse shards o' glass. Maybe I exaggerated on the shards part, but you can get a set of glass coasters fused with your kid's handprint. Now that makes the perfect place to rest Mommy's juice after a long day. You can also spin pottery, host birthday parties and book private lessons if you so choose.

After the jump, read more and see what we made.

Obviously, it's not every day I receive glorious news of such a craft world existing. It completely struck my fancy; I had to make a reservation immediately. And yes, although I, like many women, wanted to pull a Demi Moore and live out my very own Ghost fantasy, I resisted the pottery wheel class and settled for Ladies Night at the Clayhouse. It was just the Friday night I had been looking for.

Ladies Night does come complete with food and a massage therapist, and, best of all, it's BYOB. I called for backup, recruiting my mom and oldest sister to share in the experience. After all, nothing says family affair quite like "free massages by David."

At 7 p.m. we showed up to play. Waiting for us inside the Clayhouse was a spread of pasta salad, hummus accompanied by pita chips and sourdough bread and a chicken stir-fry situation. Not too shabby, Quiggs. As instructed, we grabbed a table and enjoyed the grub. Good stuff. I was on board.

The ladies supervising the art fest told us to peruse the shelves and pick a piece to paint. My sister chose to tile a star (neat), Mrs. Indecisive (my mom) ended up with a vase/urn and I went with something that would look particularly scrumptious in my bachelorette pad: a piggy bank. It was time to put our skills to work.

They had a variety of paints to choose from, all numbered and lettered on the top so that you practically needed a legend to decode the selection. I chose paints that were glossy, which was my first mistake. The pink with speckles looked more like watered-down purple but my pig was going to have flare so I went with it.

Of course, as my oinker was morphing more and more in to a giant splotch, my sister's star began to resemble the work of Michelangelo, while my mom meandered through the room in search of instruction and stencils. She's more of an "inside of the box" kind of gal, so she wished there had been more instruction rather than the do-what-you-want-to-do vibe of the class.

Intermittently we were called on by David, Mr. Magic Hands himself, for our complimentary kneading sessions. Yeah, sure maybe a massage seemed a tad out-of-place, but it was a stress reliever nonetheless. Plus, he wore embroidered scrubs, so he seemed official.

Time went fast, thanks to the Bartles & James I saw at the adjacent table. It was nearing wrap-up, which in art land is 10 p.m., and it was crunch time to finish our masterpieces. My sister was sent home with a Ziploc full of grout to finish up her star masterpiece. After slapping ten coats of multi-colored crackle paint on her vase/urn, my mom was good to go. And by the end of it, my pig looked more like a cow with blue spots. Success.

In typical fashion, we were the last to leave. We paid for our respective pieces and were told to pick the painted ones up next Saturday from the kiln that apparently has been "runnin' hot" all week, whatever that means (updates to come! Update here!). But I got to spend some time with my fam, not to mention my apartment will now have a one-of-a-kind cow/pig on display. Jealous? Don't be. Hang out with your pals at the Clayhouse and experience the glory yourself. Do it for David.

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