Mr. E pages me. He is working late. I look at my watch. Time enough.
Power-walk to the Hynes Convention Center, CraftsBoston, juried by the Society of Arts and Crafts. Walk through the door, see a new-to-me Korean potter, swoon in front of his work, make a small purchase. Beautiful, delicate, precise terracotta, exquisite wash of glaze.
My apparent weakness is little bowls to put all over the house to catch knitting notions, stitch markers and their ilk. (Some of you collect knitting bags. I have managed to realize that I use the same few over and over again.) I also buy wannabe items (as in I wanna be a potter).
I hope something of what he does rubs off on me when I finally get around to it. His name is Sang Joon Park.