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Marauding Mammoth

26 May

Isn’t he cute?

My wee marauding mammoth started life as a bottle. Yes, the little guy is a piece of wheel-thrown pottery. Who’d of guessed it? 😉 The bottle’s neck is right in the middle of his little noggin. Of course, this piece is technically thrown and altered. I made his hair with an extruder, which is a kind of grown-up Play-doh machine (with a grown up price tag to match). As for the rest of him? These fingers and a sharpened pencil. 😆

He may be little, but watch out for the tusks!

I know what you’re thinking; why is he standing up on those goofy balls? There is a reason — really. I made him to display on a beaver pelt, and if he doesn’t have a bit of a lift, the beaver fur tickles his little tummy. He got tired of sitting around at my house, though, and he’d like to go adventuring. I won’t be at the Farmers’ Market on Main Street Square this Saturday because the weather is supposed to be miserable. But I’ve promised him he can come with next Saturday. If you want an introduction, come and visit the Jenny Gulch Pottery booth. You can’t miss it — it’ll be the only pottery booth with a mammoth in attendance. See you there!

Main Street Square Farmers Market, Rapid City

13 May

The more serious side of the booth

My daughter Cheri (above) helped me sell an amazing quantity of pottery for a first day of market, early spring, distressingly chilly day. We arrived a few minutes after 7 am, found our parking space, and began hauling out boxes. Selling pottery isn’t like selling jewelry. Everything must be carefully packed for the journey down from the mountain, and the unsold pieces have to be rewrapped, reboxed, and repacked when it’s all over. Only the kettle corn guy remained with us as we loaded the last few boxes, carefully placing them so they couldn’t slide around in the truck bed.

And here are some of the wackier pieces. I call them ‘whimsical.”

People wandered about, laughing and talking, coming together into groups and then scattering like birds. Musicians strummed and sang and mothers commanded, “Don’t touch, now!” Alas, Cheri and I were shivering under our nice shady awning, but one can’t have everything. Sales kept us busy, and  that more than made up for the seasonal chill. The Main Street Square staff did a great job getting the word out, and the people of Rapid City responded not only in numbers but also in shoppers looking to buy. That it was the Saturday before Mothers’ Day no doubt helped a great deal, but I now have high hopes for the rest of the season.