Ten years of business cards except the Humbug jugs one which I don’t have a copy of.
I have of course been worried sick about this open studio / birthday do that I had organised. Worried no-one would come, worried that I’d not have enough cake, worried about, well everything that it was possible to worry about of course.
By the time I arrived at the workshop on saturday this stunning bunch of flowers was waiting for me being eaten by the marauding pheasant (he will maraud no longer after becoming vicious with us all and attacking people). Thankfully he had only taken out a leaf and one lily by the time I chased him away. Maybe the pheasant stew will be lily scented. Alex and Carole thank you so much, it made me cry when I read the card and I know I did once say that I rarely if ever was given flowers, this weekend I have received more than I have received during the whole rest of my life I think. Good job I have a large jug collection in which to display them.
My commemorative beakers came out nicely, so nicely that I think I am going to make some in a larger size for sale during the year. Those that came to my do were able to take a beaker away with them as a gift from me.
Above from the left 2003, 2004, 2005.
I made a time line of pots, one from each year I have been in business, great to see the changes over that time. Most of them were borrowed back from my mum and dad’s collection for the occasion.
From the left 2006, 2007, 2008.
From the left 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012.
As for whether people would turn up, well frankly I am still in shock! It started about an hour and a quarter before the advertised time of three o’clock, I was as you would expect still flapping and squawking and at half past eight we were still talking and eating cake! The floor never got mopped and the bunting never got hung up but it really didn’t matter. I am completely overwhelmed by the level of support that was shown, on saturday.
People traveled miles to be there, from as far away as Cheshire, there were people who I haven’t seen for years, people who supported me right at the beginning and still are doing so, friends from the next village, other potters, my mum and dad of course along with my sis and her partner and baby Gregor (who was looking very fetching in his Tigger outfit). I can’t tell you, honestly I spent most of the day in a bit of a daze being stunned and feeling loved.
Lovely tulips sitting in a Doug jug in amongst my display.
People stayed around for ages chatting to each other, eating cake, looking at pots, it was such a lovely atmosphere. I would have loved to have been able to sit back and watch and enjoy that all these people were relaxed and enjoying themselves and enjoying tea and cake and wine and pottery and good conversation and each other.
Nobody told me it was fancy dress, if they had I would have dug out my pumpkin outfit, we had the tiny Tigger and at one point he was joined by a bigger Tigger and a blue dragon! Now it’s not every day you get to see that is it? However if you look closely here you now have photographic proof that I do indeed have dragons that visit my workshop. All these years you have thought that I was just imagining things haven’t you.
Here is one of my freshest pots, I’m quite excited by him.
The farmyard was beautifully ringed by candle light as darkness fell, thanks to my mum and Amanda.
My good friend Emma came up to stay for the weekend, we were at university together and we don’t get to see each other all that often these days. She escaped north for an adventure with Emily her little girl, we had a great time.I hope that they come again soon and I promise that we will have a less soggy sunday so that we can go out and see the world more easily.
The weekend was really special, thank you to all those that helped to make it such a success, it has given me a great mental boost at a time when I desperately need it. It was overwhelming as I say and though my workshop feels very empty by comparison now, the feelings I have to keep with me will help buoy me along. Thank you to all who bought or ordered pots too, that was a part I hadn’t really given much thought to but seemed to take on a life of it’s own. I wasn’t expecting people to turn up bearing gifts either but many did, wonderful and thoughtful gifts and thank you of course to all of you too. Many others sent messages of congratulations and good luck for the next ten years. I know I keep saying it but I am thrilled and stunned, flabbergasted, tickled pink and utterly exhausted.