2015 final weeknd of VARF

The last weekend of VARF is always bittersweet. We're tired and long to have a weekend to ourselves but it'll be a year before we see some of our friends again. This year's faire was my best sales-wise to date although my studio is far from earning its own keep (especially when you figure in mileage). I'm forever grateful to daecabhir for his support of me and the studio in this endeavor.

Enough with the blather, let's get to the funny things that came out of people's mouths this weekend!

• A male patron walking barefoot past the booth on the gravel path responded to his friends when they said he was nuts for going sans shoes ... "It's random reflexology!"


• A lady who came into the shop who declined my offer of picking up pottery ... "I put the Q in klutz!"


• When discussing yarn bowls with two patrons, when they learned that i was a loom knitter, one of them exclaimed, "So you're an authentic knitter!"


• Our neighbor across the way at VARF has dubbed us, Mr. and Mrs. Pottery. When she comes to visit us, she tells her husband that she is going to visit the Potteries.


• Our friend dansr has dubbed daecabhir the Ninja Sex Panda.


• Soundbite of the day: "Give her a southern injection."


• We delivered a custom mug lid (and her mug) to dansr from dreamtigress. Upon seeing her spiffy new mug, dansr's reaction? There was squealing and snorting. Dead squirrels fell from the trees. And to quote the brownie, I love her so much that my uterus is swelling and I want to have her leather babies.

My faire weekends were filled with friends, roses, laughs, The Rogues, pottery finding new homes, and the love of my life.