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This little piggy
Jul. 28th, 2024 08:50 pmWent to Market!
Every now and again, someone will ask about pigs on pottery, so this last firing, I tried a new image. Kinda like it, so decided to feature it as Saturday's theme, especially as the Lane County Fair was in full swing. In fact, I went the whole hog, also featuring piggy banks, and a Pulp Romances piggy card. Hog Heaven!
It was a slowish day on the Park Blocks, though I had a lot of fun conversations. A geologist working on her dissertation, happy to talk about how much geology (and chemistry, and physics) is involved with pottery. A young potter taking a gap year from college, working on making things she can sell through her family's gift shop in Montana. A couple of experienced potters who asked about my process, and showed me pics of their pit and saggar-fired terra sigillata pots.
Mel the woodworker next door is a retired postal worker, so when one of his former colleagues stopped in for a visit, I thought she looked familiar. Turned out she was one of my favorite counter crew from the River Road Post Office. Val, along with Deb, Henry and Mee, helped me ship hundreds of pounds of pots over the years. They're all retired now, I think--last saw Deb at Corvallis Fall Festival in 2021, Mee at the Westside Post Office pre-pandemic. I don't have as close a relationship with the current batch of posties, mostly because I now print out my own labels online, so just drop my boxes in the cart and wave in passing. It's cheaper, but I kinda miss the personal contact.
In any case, I chased Val down, reintroduced myself, and we had a nice chat. Her friend that day was visiting from Anacortes, so I wrote my booth number in a business card to pass along, maybe we'll see her there.
Had several special orders to deliver, but didn't successfully deliver any. I did give Abdul his new tip jar before Market started, but said I'd pick up the money for it after he'd made some sales. He also offered me a free lunch--Afghani shish-kebabs, with flatbread, tomato and curried potatoes, yummy--but forgot to bring by the money later. I'll have to catch him when we get back. Meanwhile, Dawn wasn't happy with the heron mug, too big, so will get one from my next firing, and Cara had forgotten a conflict, so her ladybug bowl will wait as well.
Was looking like a very anemic day, sales-wise, but a couple who'd bought a few things last week decided to keep adding to their collection. She bought a dinner plate and bowl, then he came in and got a painted mug and pie plate. I'd told them about Cara and Jeremy replacing their boring wedding china one piece a week, and it looks like they've been inspired. So of course I had to show them the ladybug bowl; I suspect they'll be wanting that pattern on something too. With their two purchases, I bumped a little past $500, a totally respectable day.
Decided to take a different route home. I normally take 8th out to Washington and then Delta Highway to Beltline home, but I was almost out of gas, and we're driving to Anacortes next week, so I took 7th Street east to the Ferry Street bridge, then up Coburg Road to Costco. I was waiting at the High Street stoplight, had just started moving with the light change to green, the car ahead of me was barely through the intersection when a little white car blew past on High Street, running the red and just missing me. His front end had been torn off and he actually left the bumper behind in passing, right in front of my van. I wound up running over it, watched in my rearview as the cars following me steered around it. He didn't even slow down.
Every now and again, someone will ask about pigs on pottery, so this last firing, I tried a new image. Kinda like it, so decided to feature it as Saturday's theme, especially as the Lane County Fair was in full swing. In fact, I went the whole hog, also featuring piggy banks, and a Pulp Romances piggy card. Hog Heaven!
It was a slowish day on the Park Blocks, though I had a lot of fun conversations. A geologist working on her dissertation, happy to talk about how much geology (and chemistry, and physics) is involved with pottery. A young potter taking a gap year from college, working on making things she can sell through her family's gift shop in Montana. A couple of experienced potters who asked about my process, and showed me pics of their pit and saggar-fired terra sigillata pots.
Mel the woodworker next door is a retired postal worker, so when one of his former colleagues stopped in for a visit, I thought she looked familiar. Turned out she was one of my favorite counter crew from the River Road Post Office. Val, along with Deb, Henry and Mee, helped me ship hundreds of pounds of pots over the years. They're all retired now, I think--last saw Deb at Corvallis Fall Festival in 2021, Mee at the Westside Post Office pre-pandemic. I don't have as close a relationship with the current batch of posties, mostly because I now print out my own labels online, so just drop my boxes in the cart and wave in passing. It's cheaper, but I kinda miss the personal contact.
In any case, I chased Val down, reintroduced myself, and we had a nice chat. Her friend that day was visiting from Anacortes, so I wrote my booth number in a business card to pass along, maybe we'll see her there.
Had several special orders to deliver, but didn't successfully deliver any. I did give Abdul his new tip jar before Market started, but said I'd pick up the money for it after he'd made some sales. He also offered me a free lunch--Afghani shish-kebabs, with flatbread, tomato and curried potatoes, yummy--but forgot to bring by the money later. I'll have to catch him when we get back. Meanwhile, Dawn wasn't happy with the heron mug, too big, so will get one from my next firing, and Cara had forgotten a conflict, so her ladybug bowl will wait as well.
Was looking like a very anemic day, sales-wise, but a couple who'd bought a few things last week decided to keep adding to their collection. She bought a dinner plate and bowl, then he came in and got a painted mug and pie plate. I'd told them about Cara and Jeremy replacing their boring wedding china one piece a week, and it looks like they've been inspired. So of course I had to show them the ladybug bowl; I suspect they'll be wanting that pattern on something too. With their two purchases, I bumped a little past $500, a totally respectable day.
Decided to take a different route home. I normally take 8th out to Washington and then Delta Highway to Beltline home, but I was almost out of gas, and we're driving to Anacortes next week, so I took 7th Street east to the Ferry Street bridge, then up Coburg Road to Costco. I was waiting at the High Street stoplight, had just started moving with the light change to green, the car ahead of me was barely through the intersection when a little white car blew past on High Street, running the red and just missing me. His front end had been torn off and he actually left the bumper behind in passing, right in front of my van. I wound up running over it, watched in my rearview as the cars following me steered around it. He didn't even slow down.
Haven't been to the Lane County Fair in quite a few years, it always seems to fall on a busy week for us. This time, it happens I could squeeze in a day between kiln, Market, and getting ready for Anacortes, so I took Sunday afternoon to go down. Grabbed a sun hat, my water bottle, and the sketchbook and watercolor kit, and set off.