Said the potter at the farmer’s market as I took this picture.
She followed that up with several iterations of “I’m totally kidding”. She was actually quite nice, and we ended up buying a set of bowls from her.
I found it really odd that the Bellingham farmers market would put two potters immediately next to each other, both in an area that isn’t freestanding booths, but just vendors tucked in under a roof, so there’s not a lot of visual cues to one vendor’s space ending and another beginning. This one was fairly obvious – one of the potters was good, the other was much better.
The rest of the market is pretty typical farmers market fare, with only a few standout booths. I still like the Ballard and U-district markets better, but Bellingham is fun, and breakfast with dad at the Daisy Cafe is worth the trip north.