Aaaaand this week I’m back in Bonavista. Had scallops for supper last night, off an Erin Callahan-St. John plate. It’s from her show last year, and I was slightly peeved with Jason for buying it before I did, but as long as it’s living in his kitchen, I get to visit it, so that’s okay.

The scallops were hunted by Jason’s friend Ian, and were delicious. They did not even slightly make me think of a certain Henry Rollins story.

Visiting Artist

I am visiting an artist this weekend! Also, being a visiting artist. Jason set himself up in a spot in Bonavista a little while back. It’s a lovely historic building on Church Street, with tall ceilings and great big windows. He’s selling his own stuff, and also recruited a few friends to send their own work out.

I sent him some of my own pots when he opened the doors, and this weekend I came out myself. I’ll be working away in my own little corner today and tomorrow, and probably for a little chunk of Monday.

Moving On, Moving Along

Well, the Folk Festival happened. It was rained out for half a session, and lightninged out for the next, but it was survived. The wee whiskey cups proved popular, and my Christmas production schedule has been adjusted to fit them in.

Yes, Christmas production has started. (Really, it started sometime in January or February…) I’m trying to figure out booth display ideas, for the Christmas Craft Fair in St. John’s and for the One Of A Kind Show in Toronto. (And, ideally, every other fair I do for a long long time.) The booth has to be modular, has to be considerably more lightweight than the one I have now[1], and has to be sturdy enough to hold several thousand dollars worth of pottery. So I’ve been looking at pics and videos and carpentry how-tos.[2]

Simon Leech has a video with a fantabulous idea in it:

And googling “OOAK show display” has also been helpful:

And I still need to figure out how to work in a hard wall or three for tiles, but I think I can just slap together a frame and some sort of back and screw it to the shelves and maybe that will do the trick…

[1] Which was given to me by the fantastic Janet Davis, and built by her fella. It has served me well, in all its sturdy clapboard glory, but it is approximately half a shed. I need something just as sturdy, but much lighter, and put-togetherable by one person.

[2] I do not have a large store of carpentry tools. Or knowledge. Or experience. There have been a LOT of how-tos in my evening, but the sinking feeling that viewing same may not be enough to magically produce a professional-looking booth has been lurking around the edges of my brain… I may need to ask someone for help with this.

Gearing Up

Folk Fest survival gear: skirt, sandals, tank top, leggings, woolly leggings, hat, warmer hat, scarf, fingerless mitts, long-sleeved shirt, warmer long-sleeved shirt, sweater, rain jacket, rain pants, rubber boots, sneakers, spare socks, wooly socks, spare wooly socks, sunglasses, sunscreen.

On the up side, it should only be a little drizzly this year. No hurricanes or windstorms or floods expected.

Whiskey Cups

I’ve been wanting to play around a little more with my forms and underglazes…I want to fiddle with new designs, mix more colours, and generally make things in a less structured way. I whipped up a few whiskey cups to use as tests before I go and glaze bigger things. Here are some of the results:


More to come later in the week.


Big ol’ tomatoes at the community garden.


The melons are also looking happy. We’ve had the hottest summer in a long time (possibly forever). The first round of salad is mostly bolted or lacing up its sneakers, bit the second round is pretty much ready to be eaten. So life is pretty good.

Salmon Cove

Took the day off from pottery. Went to the breach with some friends.


The water was frigid in places, and warm in others. And the sand was nice and warm, and shockingly sandy.[1]

The day also held fish and chips, pizza, a game of Cat And Chocolate (haunted house edition)[2], and my first viewing of Cabin in the Woods.

It was a good day.

[1] I live in Newfoundland. Rocky breaches ate the norm.

[2] I tied for the winning place, largely thanks to my chainsaw and a conveniently placed painting.


Melons are a tropical fruit. They like it hot, and Newfoundland is not hot. Nevertheless, last year I tried to grow some. I picked a variety that is supposed to do well in a short growing season, and sprouted seeds indoors, and dutifully waited until after the frost date to put them out… And the wee sprouts just sorry of huddled in the cold and damp for a week and that was that. They didn’t get any bigger, they didn’t bloom, and they certainly did not produce melons. Not even when the summer eventually became the hottest, gloriousest one in the entirety of history.

So this year, I tried again, but I waited until July to set out my seedlings and have the roots covered in dark plastic in the hope that they’ll be warm enough under there to make up for any less-than-warm weather. And the wee sprouts have turned into slightly less wee vines, and have even started blooming.


I have high hopes…