Lil stinker

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While I was setting up at Market, a red pickup truck drove by, driver's window rolled down; perched on his elbow was a pet... skunk. It was leucistic, brown and white instead of black, but the patterning was distinctive. Too bad he went by so fast. I could have shown him my dessert plate, or tall mug, or pie plate.

Yeah, racing stripes on my pottery is apparently now a thing.

Threatening weather reports meant a lot of reserve vendors cancelled, including all but four of us potters, so new vendors in the lottery all got full spaces. As it turned out, it wasn't half bad, sunny in the morning, brief showers around 11 am, then overcast but dry all the way through load-out, much like the previous week. I had my walls up and empty boxes inside the booth, but I remembered our Holiday Market trick of putting lunch and produce bags under our chairs and out of the trip zone, so it wasn't too crowded, even with both Denise and I in the booth. Our neighbor wasn't prepared for rain, had a roof but no sides. Fortunately, I'm using old sides from my 10-foot canopy, so had an extra full and half panel I could loan her, to keep rain off her back and her feather earrings.

Sales started slow, but picked up a bit by the end just under $500, though down about $300 from last Saturday's unexpected high. A lot of folks were in town for the Marathon, so I may end up getting orders to ship pots later in the week. I gave away a lot of business cards. Still selling to excited college students, now looking for Mother's Day presents. And Denise will need to make up new packets of handmade postcards, she's sold several, along with watercolor cards, in the last few weeks.

I was restocking a hen bank and a batter bowl when Mel, the woodworker next door made some comment about how I always seemed to have two of everything. I quoted my favorite maxim--"An empty space is a missed opportunity"--and was reminded of something another potter had said about my booth, last week at Club Mud: Your booth is like a store; mine and [redacted]'s are more like a yard sale.

Yup, that's about the size of it.