Getting Mobbed

This was the scene outside of the building at the Carolina Pottery Festival yesterday morning as a mob of pottery lovers crowded to get in the door.

They were chanting ORN-A-MENTS, ORN-A-MENTS over and over.  When the doors opened I was rushed, knocked down and trampled as crazed shoppers reached my booth and stripped the shelves of my cookie cutter ornaments.

After getting patched up at the paramedic tent, I went back inside to see the rest of my pots all intack on the shelves.  As the day wore on I sold a few Rabbit dishes and a Laundry Line mugs.  It ended up being a good day, a very memorable one for sure.

Next year I think I'll hold off on the ornaments, I'm just not ready for this sort of fame yet.