Sunday, July 11, 2010
Low Fashion, Rustic Art and Cool Bikes
Though we originally planned to observe the parade from the balcony of the Weatherford sipping cold vodka lemonades by the time we arrived downtown the crowd was too thick so we went straight to the art fair. Bob saw Don Swanson first and played it cool. I saw him second and made a bee line for his booth. Lovely, beautiful, low fire pottery with rustic southern European surface design of the variety one might see on a pitcher resting on a rough farm table outside an Italian farm house surrounded by olive trees. Not that I put a lot of thought into it . . .
The thing about beautiful pottery is (and you really don't see a lot of really beautiful, inspiring pottery at art fairs) that I have to pick it up, turn it over and look at it from all directions, and study the little imperfections that really aren't imperfections but evidence of the human touch, the hand that formed the art. I have to study the little intentional flourishes and imagine what inspired each. Why did Don Swanson places the little rosette just inside the lip of the vase? I don't ask; I'm sure it just felt right.
Okay, so anyway, following the dog episode, we continued browsing. After wandering the entire fair, Bob asked me if I was ready to go. Yes, but I want to go back and visit that ceramic booth, I said. "I liked those pots," Bob agreed. " Those would look nice in our house." Soon we had 2 vases and a pitcher selected for purchase (at Bob's urging I came back later and purchased a fourth piece). After our purchase we thought of the challenge of carrying them home on our bikes. Don had wrapped the pots well with bubble wrap and butcher paper but would we have enough room in our panniers to carry them all home. Not worry, the Planner Guy brought a bungee cord net! It was a very tight fit but I managed to get a small vase in my Detours pannier and Bob fit the very large vase and the pitcher in his Nashbar pannier and fit the bungee net over the top so that nothing could could bounce out if we hit a bump in the road.
On our way out we ran into this young woman and her boyfriend locking their bikes to a tree. I loved her skirt leggings combo, a look I never feel capable of carrying off very well but always find really cute on other people. It's a very Flagstaff, young look and maybe I worry that I have simply aged out of that look. I see it on women older than me and they look great but still I worry. Is it just me but do any of my readers ever struggle with the fashion dilemma "Am I just too old for that"? I don't stress out about my age and for some reason really look forward to turning 50 in a few years. I don't ever plan to leave the house in a velour sweat suit or sit on the porch in a floral housecoat but I fear being seen in public in anything that suggests a painful attempt to appear 25. All the clean living, exercise and SPF in the world cannot conceal the fact that I am a "woman of a certain age". Feedback is welcome.
Anyway, we made it home pottery in tact. I went back later and collected a mid-sized pot, as directed by Bob. Don Swanson seemed to doing a bang up business as his supply looked very depleted, including a set of teacups I was considering buying for my sister. I left with my pot leaving behind a long line of people greedily clutching their finds. Once home, Bob and I arranged them on our console and admired ourselves as people of culture and good taste.