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Purple reign
Sep. 15th, 2024 09:53 pmWhy did so many people at Saturday Market have purple hair?
I mean, there's this one woman who's been coming down forever with white hair and a single purple streak, but this Saturday, they were everywhere. (And she wasn't. Go figure.) Dozens, literally. And I'm not counting the henna rinses.
It wasn't related to the football game du jour, unlike last week's blue-and-orange invasion. This weekend, the Ducks were out of town, playing Oregon State, whose colors are orange and black, anyway.
The mystery notwithstanding, it was good to be back on the blocks with new pots. All the empty spaces were filled, however briefly. (I sold two squirrel mugs in a row, the third one I'd brought was in the special orders box, hence spoken for.) Got to put out new dessert plates, platypus, shark octopus, and wound up with a sharktopus on the display. snort!
First sale of the day came an hour early, before I'd even left for the Farmer's Market, a couple looking for a gift for her bird-loving mom. I was pointing out all my bird patterns--robin, chickadee, cardinal, hummingbird--when she asked if I had anything particularly Montana. I was able point out a magpie tall mug, already out on the shelf. Magpie is now headed to Montana.
Had a bunch of fun interactions with kids, thanks in part to Benjamin, my bear for the day (see above). There was the daughter of our former assistant manager Kimberly who had a little stuffed fox tucked in the neck of her shirt. She was being shy despite my neighbor Cherie's best efforts to draw her out, but she perked up and smiled at Benj, and even pulled out her fox's front paw to wave back. Totally adorable. Later, there was a little boy who was the opposite of shy, laughing and pointing and dancing along. And potter friend Amanda stopped by with her daughter, once again trying to get her to sing the "fluffy song" for us. Daughter once again insisted mom sing it, mom offered to sing with her, and I still haven't heard the song. Tried Googling "Mr. Fluffy Song" and the first hit dropped an f-bomb in the intro, so I doubt that's right.
Talked to a couple of early-returning students, a few with parents, at least one of which had taken a few clay classes. Always fun to talk process with someone who knows the ins and outs of clay chemistry and physics.
A young woman in a sunflower pattern dress stopped in to chat about how many of my pieces they have already. Wanted to show her my new sunflower and goldfinch dinner salad bowl, but the one I'd brought in was a special order that had already been picked up, and the spare was still sitting at home. Still worked out, though, as she came back later with sister and either parents or perhaps grands, who turned out to be regular visitors from Leicestershire. They have a cabin on the Mackenzie River up near Vida that's been furnished with a lot of my pottery (and one piece, a hummingbird teapot, has gone back to England); bought another couple of plates and a bear stew mug, then sister saw the fox stew mug from the same stack and took it too.
Three young women in long dresses, hair in braids with those little lace caps stopped to point out different animal patterns to each other, tell me how beautiful my pots are. Think they may have been Mennonites; dresses were much too brightly colored and patterned to be Amish.
Another special order, an octopus large covered casserole, picked up at the end of the day. They'd checked in last week and saw the pre-fire photos, were very excited to get the finished work. So much so that she added a $10 tip to the total, bringing my day's sales to just a little under $600.
I mean, there's this one woman who's been coming down forever with white hair and a single purple streak, but this Saturday, they were everywhere. (And she wasn't. Go figure.) Dozens, literally. And I'm not counting the henna rinses.
It wasn't related to the football game du jour, unlike last week's blue-and-orange invasion. This weekend, the Ducks were out of town, playing Oregon State, whose colors are orange and black, anyway.
The mystery notwithstanding, it was good to be back on the blocks with new pots. All the empty spaces were filled, however briefly. (I sold two squirrel mugs in a row, the third one I'd brought was in the special orders box, hence spoken for.) Got to put out new dessert plates, platypus, shark octopus, and wound up with a sharktopus on the display. snort!
First sale of the day came an hour early, before I'd even left for the Farmer's Market, a couple looking for a gift for her bird-loving mom. I was pointing out all my bird patterns--robin, chickadee, cardinal, hummingbird--when she asked if I had anything particularly Montana. I was able point out a magpie tall mug, already out on the shelf. Magpie is now headed to Montana.
Had a bunch of fun interactions with kids, thanks in part to Benjamin, my bear for the day (see above). There was the daughter of our former assistant manager Kimberly who had a little stuffed fox tucked in the neck of her shirt. She was being shy despite my neighbor Cherie's best efforts to draw her out, but she perked up and smiled at Benj, and even pulled out her fox's front paw to wave back. Totally adorable. Later, there was a little boy who was the opposite of shy, laughing and pointing and dancing along. And potter friend Amanda stopped by with her daughter, once again trying to get her to sing the "fluffy song" for us. Daughter once again insisted mom sing it, mom offered to sing with her, and I still haven't heard the song. Tried Googling "Mr. Fluffy Song" and the first hit dropped an f-bomb in the intro, so I doubt that's right.
Talked to a couple of early-returning students, a few with parents, at least one of which had taken a few clay classes. Always fun to talk process with someone who knows the ins and outs of clay chemistry and physics.
A young woman in a sunflower pattern dress stopped in to chat about how many of my pieces they have already. Wanted to show her my new sunflower and goldfinch dinner salad bowl, but the one I'd brought in was a special order that had already been picked up, and the spare was still sitting at home. Still worked out, though, as she came back later with sister and either parents or perhaps grands, who turned out to be regular visitors from Leicestershire. They have a cabin on the Mackenzie River up near Vida that's been furnished with a lot of my pottery (and one piece, a hummingbird teapot, has gone back to England); bought another couple of plates and a bear stew mug, then sister saw the fox stew mug from the same stack and took it too.
Three young women in long dresses, hair in braids with those little lace caps stopped to point out different animal patterns to each other, tell me how beautiful my pots are. Think they may have been Mennonites; dresses were much too brightly colored and patterned to be Amish.
Another special order, an octopus large covered casserole, picked up at the end of the day. They'd checked in last week and saw the pre-fire photos, were very excited to get the finished work. So much so that she added a $10 tip to the total, bringing my day's sales to just a little under $600.
