As part of my ongoing effort to socialize myself, I headed out on Saturday to visit my friend, Linda, in Chicopee, MA. There was a pottery tour afoot and I am always game for an afternoon steeped in others' creative efforts. After a nerve-wracking trip on the Mass Pike and some faulty GPS instructions, I arrived at Linda's and we headed out. I did not get pics of the various potters - my camera battery was lowish and I forgot - but I did take a snap of this clever way of displaying a pot. There were some completely awesome artists (the first three were the best) and I picked up a wonderful shallow bowl, an adorable pitcher, an object that cannot be described - it's a birthday gift, and the wonderful coffee mug in yesterday's post.
We (Linda) did a lot of driving and we ended the tour in Shelburne Falls - a place I have always wanted to visit. Besides a wonderful array of little shops and artists, there are glacial potholes and the Bridge of Flowers.
The last potter we visited was in Shelburne Falls - he of the Mug of Humanity. His wares were displayed in a 54 y/o Airstream travel trailer, which had me at the get-go. When I mentioned that I was looking for a special coffee/tea mug - something unique - he said, what you need is a mug with humanity. I'm still not sure what humanity had to do with my mug, but I love it.
What had started off as a bright, sunny day, diminished by the time we reached the Bridge of Flowers. It was still a lovely sight - and I can imagine it is spectacular by June. Linda and I saw at least 20 shops that we wanted to explore further, but time was not on our side, as we had to drive back to Chicopee for me to collect my car and make the trek home. Knowing I would arrive late, I picked up two boxes of the pups' favorite non-mom-baked treats at Trader Joe's. I shouldn't have worried. While the cats gave me the cold-shoulder, the dogs were jubilant that I was home, treats or not.
This is the end of my socializing for a while. As fun as it was, in the back of my mind (rather close to the front, actually) was the realization that there is a garden to be cleaned up and readied for planting. On weekends. And, of course, Sunday it rained all day.