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Weather was a complete turnaround from last Saturday. Sunny. Hot. Highs in the 90s. I wore shorts for the first time this season, though I did bring a flannel and hat, as it was only 54° when I left home at 7 am. Shed them both well before eight, wound up ditching my socks somewhere around two. Still fairly manageable in the booth, because I get so much shade from the magnolia tree. But still pretty hot.
Neither of my neighbors were there today. Chere was down in California, driving the dog rescue bus, and Jesse was at her daughter's graduation. Rocio, a Peruvian-born seamstress making really beautifully crafted totes and zipper bags was on my right. On my left...
Yep, you read that right. Potter and psychic.
I don't even know where to go with that. Frances was a sweet young woman, a pretty competent potter, but her booth was really set up for readings. Pots on a table across the back of the booth, round table and chairs, with tarot and crystal, right up front.
As far as I noticed, she didn't sell any pots, but she did do a couple of one-card readings, and a 15-minute consult. I tried not to listen too closely, but heard enough to think she was doing a pretty good job of counseling uncertain new graduates, helping them sort out their concerns about what the future held. But what do I know? My only mental power involves summoning paintings of shore birds on pottery.
You know, pelicanesis. (Also, dad jokes.)
It was graduation weekend, and also a big track and field invitational, so I expected parents, athletes, and parents of athletes. I got some of all of that, though perhaps fewer than expected. I did have my annual visit from Donna Bronzan. She and her husband live in Northern California, come up for the meet every year. Well, he comes for the meet; she comes to buy pottery. This year, it was a turkey dinner plate and bunnies gravy boat, to celebrate the return of cottontail rabbits to their rural property. I'll probably hear from her in a few weeks, ordering a matching turkey soup bowl as well.
Ran into several folks from my past--two radio hosts at Farmer's Market, both from The Mist-Covered Mountain, though at different times. Later, I got a visit from Downtown Deb, host of the long-running Grateful Dead show, Dead Air. After 35 years on KLCC, she was cancelled to leave more space for news programming; fortunately, the local school district station, KRVM, was more than happy to welcome her aboard, even rearranged their Saturday evening programming to give her the familiar time slot. She winds up with less broadcast coverage--they have fewer translators and repeaters--but a much stronger online streaming presence. And I suspect they'll get an influx of new contributors out of the deal. I asked her what station she'd been on before KLCC, because I knew she'd brought a developed program with her; turns out she'd been on five or six different stations, though KLCC was certainly the longest tenure.
And a little after Deb left, Tom Urban showed up. He was the director of the UO Craft Center for much of my 10-year tenure there, and also gave a home to my master's thesis sculpture, a narrative piece involving a man with calf on his shoulders, two boys, a dog, and a life-size ceramic cow. Wanted to know if I still had any animal-handled mugs, cow or moose for preference. Said I still had a few in the shed, I'd go looking if he sent me an email reminder.
Had a young couple buy a couple of pieces last week, and talk about how they wanted to make their kitchen over to my pottery. Well, they were back this week, and I remembered to ask their names. Ricky and Jasper bought a turtle pie plate and a sparrow tall mug, and plan to be back next week to see what's new from the kiln.
I also had another long-time patron stop in; I've made custom work for Jason over the years, including a woodpecker mug for his daughter that they picked up at my studio. This time, he had younger son along, carefully not swinging his foam-rubber lance. Jason picked out a larger pheasant serving bowl and a raven toddler bowl, while Lewen got to select a tumbler for his milk. After careful consideration, he settled on a dragonfly pattern. (He also made sad puppy eyes at the stegosaur bank, but Dad was concerned with how many breakable bits it had.) They also placed an order for a hippo pie plate; theirs finally cracked after many years of service.
It was my slowest day of the year, by about $100, but still quite good. A last minute sale of a bunnies toddler bowl while packing up, to a young woman discus-thrower from Georgia, brought my total to $668.
Neither of my neighbors were there today. Chere was down in California, driving the dog rescue bus, and Jesse was at her daughter's graduation. Rocio, a Peruvian-born seamstress making really beautifully crafted totes and zipper bags was on my right. On my left...
Yep, you read that right. Potter and psychic.
I don't even know where to go with that. Frances was a sweet young woman, a pretty competent potter, but her booth was really set up for readings. Pots on a table across the back of the booth, round table and chairs, with tarot and crystal, right up front.
As far as I noticed, she didn't sell any pots, but she did do a couple of one-card readings, and a 15-minute consult. I tried not to listen too closely, but heard enough to think she was doing a pretty good job of counseling uncertain new graduates, helping them sort out their concerns about what the future held. But what do I know? My only mental power involves summoning paintings of shore birds on pottery.
You know, pelicanesis. (Also, dad jokes.)
It was graduation weekend, and also a big track and field invitational, so I expected parents, athletes, and parents of athletes. I got some of all of that, though perhaps fewer than expected. I did have my annual visit from Donna Bronzan. She and her husband live in Northern California, come up for the meet every year. Well, he comes for the meet; she comes to buy pottery. This year, it was a turkey dinner plate and bunnies gravy boat, to celebrate the return of cottontail rabbits to their rural property. I'll probably hear from her in a few weeks, ordering a matching turkey soup bowl as well.
Ran into several folks from my past--two radio hosts at Farmer's Market, both from The Mist-Covered Mountain, though at different times. Later, I got a visit from Downtown Deb, host of the long-running Grateful Dead show, Dead Air. After 35 years on KLCC, she was cancelled to leave more space for news programming; fortunately, the local school district station, KRVM, was more than happy to welcome her aboard, even rearranged their Saturday evening programming to give her the familiar time slot. She winds up with less broadcast coverage--they have fewer translators and repeaters--but a much stronger online streaming presence. And I suspect they'll get an influx of new contributors out of the deal. I asked her what station she'd been on before KLCC, because I knew she'd brought a developed program with her; turns out she'd been on five or six different stations, though KLCC was certainly the longest tenure.
And a little after Deb left, Tom Urban showed up. He was the director of the UO Craft Center for much of my 10-year tenure there, and also gave a home to my master's thesis sculpture, a narrative piece involving a man with calf on his shoulders, two boys, a dog, and a life-size ceramic cow. Wanted to know if I still had any animal-handled mugs, cow or moose for preference. Said I still had a few in the shed, I'd go looking if he sent me an email reminder.
Had a young couple buy a couple of pieces last week, and talk about how they wanted to make their kitchen over to my pottery. Well, they were back this week, and I remembered to ask their names. Ricky and Jasper bought a turtle pie plate and a sparrow tall mug, and plan to be back next week to see what's new from the kiln.
I also had another long-time patron stop in; I've made custom work for Jason over the years, including a woodpecker mug for his daughter that they picked up at my studio. This time, he had younger son along, carefully not swinging his foam-rubber lance. Jason picked out a larger pheasant serving bowl and a raven toddler bowl, while Lewen got to select a tumbler for his milk. After careful consideration, he settled on a dragonfly pattern. (He also made sad puppy eyes at the stegosaur bank, but Dad was concerned with how many breakable bits it had.) They also placed an order for a hippo pie plate; theirs finally cracked after many years of service.
It was my slowest day of the year, by about $100, but still quite good. A last minute sale of a bunnies toddler bowl while packing up, to a young woman discus-thrower from Georgia, brought my total to $668.
