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offcntrMarket continues busy; my Saturday Market neighbor Chere and I joke about being "thousandaires" on very good weekends. This weekend, I'm a multi-thousandaire. Lots of familiar faces--Leslie Hildreth, who used to host the Sunday morning Celtic music show on KLCC; Laura Gerards, assistant director at the Craft Center in my days there; and Sheri Reyna, who used to sell goat cheese at Farmer's Market, and is responsible for my dairy goat-patterned pots.
I'm down to two pie dishes, again, sold both of the bunny plates. Fortunately, I have about twenty in this week's firing, so should be good for the rest of the season. On the other hand, I have no cat painted mugs, in the shed or in the kiln. Sold the last three this weekend, and messed up on inventory so didn't glaze more.
An older couple stopped in the booth Sunday afternoon, looking at stew mugs. They were sponsoring adult classes at their church. Last year, they'd provided dinner before the lesson, which was a lot, logistically, so this year they were dialing it back to bread and soup. Can they get a discount if they buy fifteen?
Normally, I'd say yes, I give 10% off on orders of six or more. But in December, in the middle of the Christmas rush? I explain that I really can't. If they'd contacted me in September or October, so I could have factored it into my production cycle, I would have been happy to give them the discount. Right now, when they're leaving me so understocked during the holiday sales, I can't justify it. They said they understood, bought them anyway, decided that the price was still reasonable--just over $400. I made up two grocery bags of mugs and helped carry them out to their car, telling them en route about the time I made 200 custom bowls for a bread-and-soup supper at the St. Vincent de Paul state conference in Eugene.
Lots of candidates for Hair of the Day, mostly subtle rainbow effects, though one woman sported a full electric-blue short 'do. Her partner had to win, though, on sheer sculpture. Her hair was natural black, but swept up in a wave in front, something between Sue Perkins and TinTin.
Favorite story of the weekend: The mom who told me about her four-year-old daughter, who was saving for a hot tub in her frog bank. I think she needs a bigger bank.
But it puts a whole new spin on the "boiling the frog" metaphor.
I'm down to two pie dishes, again, sold both of the bunny plates. Fortunately, I have about twenty in this week's firing, so should be good for the rest of the season. On the other hand, I have no cat painted mugs, in the shed or in the kiln. Sold the last three this weekend, and messed up on inventory so didn't glaze more.
An older couple stopped in the booth Sunday afternoon, looking at stew mugs. They were sponsoring adult classes at their church. Last year, they'd provided dinner before the lesson, which was a lot, logistically, so this year they were dialing it back to bread and soup. Can they get a discount if they buy fifteen?
Normally, I'd say yes, I give 10% off on orders of six or more. But in December, in the middle of the Christmas rush? I explain that I really can't. If they'd contacted me in September or October, so I could have factored it into my production cycle, I would have been happy to give them the discount. Right now, when they're leaving me so understocked during the holiday sales, I can't justify it. They said they understood, bought them anyway, decided that the price was still reasonable--just over $400. I made up two grocery bags of mugs and helped carry them out to their car, telling them en route about the time I made 200 custom bowls for a bread-and-soup supper at the St. Vincent de Paul state conference in Eugene.
Lots of candidates for Hair of the Day, mostly subtle rainbow effects, though one woman sported a full electric-blue short 'do. Her partner had to win, though, on sheer sculpture. Her hair was natural black, but swept up in a wave in front, something between Sue Perkins and TinTin.
Favorite story of the weekend: The mom who told me about her four-year-old daughter, who was saving for a hot tub in her frog bank. I think she needs a bigger bank.
But it puts a whole new spin on the "boiling the frog" metaphor.