Hello Mudslingers and general populace of the internet, I am home safe and well from my interstate jaunt. Melbourne was its usual glorious self, Ballan was sweet, St Andrews market was lovely and Warrandyte was fun. From my trip away I have learned that I am not a market person as watching Truly Southurst set up and take down her market stall was a bit of an eye opener. All that packing and unpacking every weekend would do my head in and I would end up giving all my work away to avoid carrying it home again.
I salute you brave marketeers.
I haven’t done much this week as I am on the downward side of a making cycle and the studio is full of work fresh from the kiln that all needs to have their bottoms sanded.
I was walking down my driveway swinging a string of skulls to and fro, when a driver of a passing ute goggled his eyes at me and I realised it looked like I was walking down the driveway swinging a dead snake. Ha. My Legend is growing by the minute.
I lay the skulls down in the gravel and took a photo. Then I channelled Johnny Cash for the rest of the afternoon humming, “Don’t take your skulls to town son, leave your skulls at home.”
This morning I am off very soon to host Clay Club at the Tasmanian Ceramics Associations studio in Glenorchy. It looks like I will have a full house with four children and three adults all busily playing in the mud making glorious creations.
I am sorry about the broken link thing last week, it was working perfectly when I pre-wrote the post and saved it in drafts but somewhere between saving and pressing publish, the code vanished. pffft just like that.
I will cross everything that the link works today and I shall come and visit your blogs this afternoon when I get home from Clay Club.
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I’m laughing now at your version of Johnny Cash’s song. Don’t take your skulls to town son… pretty good.
I’m with you on the constant packing and unpacking of market stalls, that would drive me crazy. Makes me appreciate all the more those who do go to the trouble as well as making all their wonderful objects.
Yes , me as well 🙂
Hi Kim
I thought you had a snake skeleton there at first 🙂
Yes markets are hard work. Fortunately the ones I go to are done as a group with four of us to share the loading and packing up. Still its lovely to have the face to face contact with the people who are prepared to buy your work.
I have some sanding to do this week too.
cheers
Anna
The face to face contact is what I miss most after leaving the Off Centre in Salamanca in February last year. I might do a country market in December just for the fun and the storytelling aspect of it 🙂
Glad to see the link is working.