ps: don't forget to come see me at the NC Craft Gallery in Carrboro Friday night during the Artwalk, I will be there uncomfortably standing around explaining why I make barns:)
So, anyway, Saturday at the Haw River Festival, this young smart ass punk kid comes into my tent with a few friends, checking out my work and comments on how nice it is. Then he says " yeah, I like going around checking out other potter's work and then I steal all their ideas". And he is very lucky my daughter was there, the girl that holds me back when my face turns red and smoke spews from my nostrils (she started calling it my dragon rage one day when she played softball in first grade and one of her teammates pushed her down for no good reason, this story is for another day.) Anyway, I proceeded to tell that little focker how much what he just said to me sucked and continued to voice my opinion as he quickly backed out of my tent. The nerve! There were also the usual festival comments, I love your work, wish I had some money, I'll be back, my wallet is in the car, do you make this all yourself, do you have any angels, do you have this in another color, I just left my husband because he was cheating on me, my mom will get mad if I spend all my money, do you have anything that costs one dollar, blah blah.... I am putting some packets together today to send out to some galleries before there is a mass riot at the next festival I do, possibly caused by me!
Don't forget Friday!!!!