Pots

I started collecting hand thrown pots when I was a young adult.  I haven't collected that many pots. Moving all over the world and lacking funds were two reasons I never collected many pots.  But, I find at this age and stage of my life, if I desire to acquire something new, I like for it not to be some mass produced thing from China, but rather, something made by someone locally. I like things things that are pretty and unique.

The first pots I bought were from Billy Creek Village in Indiana at the Covered Bridge Festival. I still have those little pots somewhere.  They evoke the memory of that good time. The pots last longer than the candy apple or the kettle corn.  I also have some old pots that I got through my family.  Mostly, nobody wants old pots unless they think they are valuable.

I think I might take a ride over to Alton, Illinois and visit the pottery there.  I am feeling the need for a new pot these days. I want something bright and cheery.  I want something to say, despite fire and flood and pandemic, there is hope and joy.  There are brighter days ahead.