Was that you, Dig? Picking my flea market? Today?
I walked by the main cash register of this indoor flea market where we have booths, and every inch of the checkout counter was covered in vintage glass and old pottery.
"Oh...nice piece of jadeite!" I said to the buyer. "Did you find that in here?"
"Yeah, and for four bucks" he said.
We chatted a bit, and the dude started going on and on about glassware and pottery, which I really know nothing about.
"This is an unusual piece of Fenton. And this here is a color called deep rose. And that piece there, I'll get a C-note for that, any day of the week."
I couldn't help but think of you, Dig, the whole time we were talking.
So, was it you? Picking art glass and pottery at my flea market in Indiana?
I walked by the main cash register of this indoor flea market where we have booths, and every inch of the checkout counter was covered in vintage glass and old pottery.
"Oh...nice piece of jadeite!" I said to the buyer. "Did you find that in here?"
"Yeah, and for four bucks" he said.
We chatted a bit, and the dude started going on and on about glassware and pottery, which I really know nothing about.
"This is an unusual piece of Fenton. And this here is a color called deep rose. And that piece there, I'll get a C-note for that, any day of the week."
I couldn't help but think of you, Dig, the whole time we were talking.
So, was it you? Picking art glass and pottery at my flea market in Indiana?