Polka Dot Clay Studio: Scolded But Happy

Very fancy drawers...

A saucy underwood with blue ribbon...

Gorgeous planters...

Sculptural thread...

A few years ago, I ran out of room in my house. I have a very small house, and I love collecting antiques and junk. Also, I make ceramic art, which helps to fill up my home. So, I decided to quench my antiquing thirst, by taking photos instead of purchasing antiques. It has really helped to cut down on my consumption. Generally, no one cares when I take photos. Sometimes, I ask permission, especially if a vendor has really merchandised their wares, and put in effort to make his/her booth look great. As, a former visual merchandising designer, I respect the effort. Today, I was taking photos at a small flea market about a 30 minute drive from my house. After I shot these photos of spools of thread, the vendor launched into a lecture about politeness. She likened the spools in glass jars to a sculpture, and said that she wanted to know what the purpose was for snapping photos. I blithely apologized, and explained that I often share pictures of flea markets on my blog. I mentioned that I find the colors and shapes sometimes inspire my ceramic work. She insisted that I give her credit for the photos of the spools, and briskly handed me her card. Well, I'm not going to mention the name of her business here, because I think she's being really silly. Also, the name of her antique store is actually the name of a really famous French restaurant in Paris. Copied. I have jars with spools in them at home, and they aren't intentionally sculpture, it's actually called convenient storage. She was right, though, I should have asked first. Duly noted.

After being scolded at the flea market, I got to have lunch with the Allison Family. They were here visiting the coast, and enjoying the local beaches. It was great to see them. Three nicer children, there are not. Seriously, their kids are so kind and polite. And, their minivan is named "Jerrry". It had to have three r's on the license plate, because Jerry with two r's was taken. The pups and I were sad to see Jerrry drive off as they headed back home...