I have a friend who’s a potter, he lives in The People’s Republic of Berkeley with his soon to be wife and a huge studio. He’s had a stall on Telegraph Avenue for the holiday fair, but yesterday there was no-one available to watch the stall in the late afternoon, so I volunteered. It was cold and wet and dark. But we still sold stuff.
Can you spot the knitted things amongst the pots? Yep, I made those.