offcntr: (rainyday)
It was the worst of days.

We rolled out of bed for the first Saturday Market of 2018 at about 5:30 am. Actually clear and not raining at the time, though the hour-by-hour forecast said it'd probably start around 9 am. Still, a promise is a promise, and I did bake the cake.

By the time we finished breakfast, filled the tea thermoses, loaded the bears up into the van, it was close to 7, and it had started showering. Intermittent showers and clearing all the way down Delta highway (it always rains on the Beltline bridge, and usually by the ponds) but not terribly wet when we hit downtown. We got the booth set up in a dry moment, had intermittent showers while unpacking, requiring us to pull a box or two at a time out of the van, but since nobody else was waiting for a space at the curb, we took our time and got everything in mostly dry. Except for us. I sent Denise home with the van to get dry raincoats for the both of us.

Then, around the time they rang the bell to start giving away unclaimed booths, the sun came out! Still breezy to gusty, but nice! Warm! We wound up taking down the side walls of the booth, admittedly in part to keep them from flapping at the pottery. But it was lovely. People came out. We bought a bucket of reusable forks from the stash Market maintains for Food Court and cut the cake.

Gave away a lot of cake, to other vendors, neighbors, customers. Also did pretty good business, mostly in the $25 range. By lunchtime, we were well over $300. It was looking to be a pretty good opening day.

Sometime around 1:30, the rain came back. Flat calm, falling straight down, but we had to put the walls back up again. Then the wind picked up, steady, with intermittent gusts. I was talking with a customer about butter dishes, and she'd just decided to buy one when BAM! a huge wind gust blew in, and just like that, she was surrounded by falling pottery. Most of it came from the sidewall of the tent snapping against the top shelf of the side unit, though three soup bowls blew over from direct wind shear on the other side of the booth.

In about three seconds, we lost all the cookie jars, pitchers and creamers, one of the teapots. A dinner plate and a platter got clipped by falling debris and broken as well. Amazingly, the other teapot, the gravy boats, honey jar and two out of three incense dragons remained on the shelf, though the teapot was canted over the edge. My shell-shocked customer reached over and righted it for me. Then went on to buy the stick butter dish, bless her.

I cleaned up in the rain, gathering up broken pots into soaked paper bags. Zora, from the Market, came over with a broom and dustpan and multiple trash bags--I think we had to triple-bag, because the bits kept poking out. One of our neighbors collected the broken soup bowls bits from the neighboring booth, which I appreciated, but kept saying You should make mosaics!, which I didn't. Like I want a reminder of this experience.

Market staff said we could close up if we wanted to, but it was still pouring down and packing pottery in rain is a terrible experience, so we said we'd stick it out and see if the weather shifted. It did actually dry up around 4 pm, but was showering again at 5 so we still had a wet load-out. 

And to add insult to injury, my hat had blown off in the mud, so I was wearing a scarf like a babushka while collecting shrapnel and soaking my second raincoat. Denise had a hoodie sweatshirt under her hooded raincoat, so loaned me her knitted woolly cap for the rest of the day. 

We sold $346 in pots for the day. We broke slightly more than twice that.

The weird thing is? I'm kind of okay. Oh sure, I'd rather it hadn't happened, but it's not the worst thing. We came into April this year well-stocked, even a little over-stocked, and we were already planning to load and fire a kiln on Sunday. And while these were nice things, none of them were irreplaceable. It sounds terrible when you talk about the retail value; it's a lot more manageable when you break it down into clay, glaze, gas and time. The biggest investment was time, and I have lots of that.

Denise had a nicely philosophical take: If this had happened 25 years ago, when we were just getting started, it would have broken us. Even 15 years ago, it would have been hard. Today? It's just another reason to go back into the studio.

Or, to quote my Israeli potter friend Debby, after we'd found out the airlines had broken the pots we were bringing back from a summer workshop at Tuscarora Pottery School:

They're just things. You'll make more.

April 2019

 12 3 4 5 6
789 101112 13
141516171819 20
21 22 2324252627



RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Apr. 26th, 2019 11:54 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios