While I was on a photo walk with my new friend, Hannah, I shot this sign which is the name of an art gallery in downtown Richland. The store wasn't open yet so I just looked at all the cool stuff in the window. Chances are extremely high that I would never buy anything in this store but I'm glad it's there. Somebody must be buying stuff there because in these tough times there are a lot of businesses going under. The rent has got to be pretty high.
It reminded me of the pottery shops that were within a block of the courthouse in Yuma. I used to walk on my lunch hour in the winter when it wasn't blazing hot and I'd walk past this one little store front where a woman sat everyday with a a piece of clay on a potter's wheel, making shapes out of earth. She had an old, golden retriever who was always sitting at her feet. We'd exchange smiles. I never went into those shops until after I left my job at the courthouse. One of my friends at hospice was looking for some unique Christmas gifts so we took a ride downtown and I finally went into that pottery shop.
I love, love, love hand-made pottery. But the thing is, I always want to meet the person who made it. I think artists are the most interesting people. Anyway, I ended buying a couple of coffee mugs and these super cute little coffee scoopers. I gave one to my dad's life partner, Nancy, and she says she thinks of me when she uses it. I wish like crazy I would have bought one for myself, but I didn't. And, I wish I had taken my camera with me just once to snap a photo of that woman making pottery with her dog at her feet.
The friend I took downtown that day bought me a little salsa dish with a spoon from that shop for a going away gift when I left Yuma. I have never used it, but I treasure it. Another friend bought me a really pretty mug from the same store. I carried it around after I moved here but I recently gave it away to a friend who really admired it.
I do that sometimes ... just give things away. When I worked at hospice in Yuma, I used to wear this lilac, purple'ish shirt in the winter time. One of the nurses always had to say something nice about it every time I wore it. On my last day at work there, I gave it to her. This was not an original idea of mine. Before I worked at hospice, one of the legal secretaries at the county attorney's office, Blanca, had a really pretty lacy shirt that I always loved when she wore it. One day I came to work and she had put it in a pretty bag and gave it to me.
Some things are worth keeping and some things are worth giving away.