Friends, June's stupid life

Mr. Potter

by June

Yesterday, I schlepped out to a pottery festival because my friend-since-seventh-grade, Peppy Whitemore, told me to meet him there.

Peppyatpottery

Peppy Whitemore? In 1980? Told me to look at a girl from our high school when she was in the shower after gym? I had to report back to him every detail.

And I did it. For free. So you can see the odd hold my friend-since-seventh-grade Peppy Whitemore has over me.

Peppy lives sort of close to me now, and this pottery festival was a good meeting point. Plus also, he has a girlfriend I wanted to meet.

Coolpurse
His girlfriend is a purse. Isn't that sad?

No. As usual, I went out with someone who didn't want to be photographed. But she let me take a picture of her cool purse, and apparently she collects these. This purse is encrusted with gems, can you tell that? Oh, it rocked.

Anyway, hearted the girlfriend. I think this is the first time I have met a girlfriend of Peppy's, because normally he just hit on all my friends for his dating needs.

Peppy and his purse wanted to find a butter dish, and seeing as there were 9295750210385759394.05 pieces of pottery spread out over 900 miles of tents, one might assume you'd find a slew of butter dishes.

Pottery
But could my pal Peppy Whitemore have been any more fussy about which butter dish would suit his highfalutin' I-can't-believe-it's-not-the-right-butter-dish butter needs? This one was too weird. This one was too small. He was like Goldilocks.

I would like to point out that my mother is breaking out in hives thinking of Peppy at a pottery show. Peppy Whitemore broke ev.ry.thing. in our house from 1979-1984, although to his credit, he fixed all of it. I know my mother thinks he is still…energetic…but I assure you, mom, Peppy did not break one single thing. Including the bank, since he never did find a butter dish.

Mewpottery
I told this potter I'd link to her website if she let me pose. So click here!

The best part was that they had pottery painting in the back, which if you think about it is just like going to Color Me Mimes or whatever those pottery-painting stores are that I have never gone to. Nevertheless, it was exciting. Peppy's girlfriend The Purse and I each painted some pottery.

Painting
See how I am using purple paint, there? Yeah. I painted that whole ding-dang thing that color and it came out white. I hate everything.

Were they also having a pickup truck convention?

And by the way, it was like 50 degrees out. Who has become light in her loafers about remotely cold weather? You'd think I didn't grow up in Michigan.

So that's my story of what happened yesterday. It's not the first time I've been around a lot of the pot with Peppy.

Oh. Hi, mom.

38 thoughts on “Mr. Potter”

  1. The butter crock is really a “French Butter Crock,” and will let you keep butter at room temeprature for days on end. Wouldn’t think of using butter without it.

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  5. It’s nice to see Peppy again. Remember when he broke the back door by knocking on the window pane? He did fix it. I would not have attended a pottery show with him. Too much danger of disaster. I hated to see you painting with your white coat on too.

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  7. I’m just commenting to see if it will let me today. My superbly witty comment regarding Tallulah and Winston would not post!
    Love, Spooky Elizabeth

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  8. I remember a neighbor making one of those purses. The neighbor kids all sat around her kitchen table watching her like she was doing brain surgery. By making, I mean gluing those jewels on the pre-printed outlines. Kind of like paint by number but with jewels.

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  11. KW, that’s the beauty of it: you never have to worry about calling OR writing, or following through. It’s the ultimate friendship for the terminally lazy, a la me. And I wonder why I’m not married.

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  13. Tiffaney: Thanks for offering to be my bud.
    Do I have to call or write?
    Hulk: To find out your porn name you take
    your first ever pet’s name, and the street
    of the first house you lived.
    So Cosmo’s Dad thinks June gave her friend Peppy Whitemore his porn name. Get it?
    Or were you referring to the long drawn out sentence about the “the”? ‘Cause that one boggled my mind at first!
    My porn name would be Kitty Church.

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  15. In Southern CAlifornia, all! of the freeways are always referenced to as THE:5,405, 91, 710 101, etc…. in any other major city I’ve lived in it was 70, 95, 3, 95, 40, 270 81, 83, 15, 35 never the “the” first, now pikes and parkways are kinda freaky….
    June is “peppy” your friends first dog’s name and did he live on Whitemore street… I know the porn naming , Love Dandy Babbit

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  16. Wow, that potter’s site that you linked to has some great stuff in it. I particularly like the piece that looks like a grandfather clock in an old shoe.
    I too envy your ability to keep up with old friends. It’s a gift, I tell ya, a gift I don’t have.

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  17. Cosmo’s Dad- what IS it with “the” in front of highway or road names? I have a friend that moved to Texas from Maine and another from New York that place “the” in front of 35, 820, 75, etc when referring to interstates and highways. Don’t get me started on “parkway”.

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  18. Oh, how I love me a pottery show. I have 9,587 different kinds of pottery because I can’t afford to buy the whole ding dang set, so I end up buying 1 bowl or 1 cup, and now my cabinets look like a Fiesta factory blew up.

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  19. I’m a terrible catcher-upper-er. (Did that word just make you cringe, June? I’m here to serve…) My mates and I only talk over beer when we are in the same town, which happens about once every two years. We travel long distances to go to important events though – weddings, graduations, parent’s funerals. I think our affections are so old and run so deep ten years of not talking probably wouldn’t change a thing.

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  20. KW, I’ll be your bud. Because I have the EXACT same lack-of-contact habits. Exactly the same! My 20yr-BFF and I can go 6 months+ without talking; she’s actually gotten married during our “offline” times. Twice. Catching up is never dull.
    Ol’ butter fingers Peppy needed a butter dish? Bwaahahahahha!

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  21. Most of my friends who are potters love the pot while they pot.
    June, was that paint or a glaze? Because the color in glaze is fugitive and not at all indicative of the minerals that color it.
    Somebody call my mother. My MFA is finally paying off.

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  22. Most of my friends who are potters love the pot while they pot.
    June, was that paint or a glaze? Because the color in glaze is fugitive and not at all indicative of the minerals that color it.
    Somebody call my mother. My MFA is finally paying off.

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  23. Most of my friends who are potters love the pot while they pot.
    June, was that paint or a glaze? Because the color in glaze is fugitive and not at all indicative of the minerals that color it.
    Somebody call my mother. My MFA is finally paying off.

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  24. Honestly, Mom: I am just holding the pot for a friend. Really. Would I lie to you after all we have been through, particularly the 35 hours of labor and what with me weighing 11 pounds and you only 100. Sheesh.

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  26. I have no trouble finding butter dishes…they are in plastic tubs in the dairy section of the grocery store. DUH!!

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  27. I also collect those fabulous Enid Collins purses. Have found many of mine on Etsy. Last year I even gave one to each of my girlfriends for Christmas.
    Maybe you could suggest this would be a good collection for Marvin to start!!

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  28. June, I kind of envy you for having all these friends that you have so much history with. I am so terrible at keeping up with people that they all eventually gave up on me. An exception is a friend I have had for over twenty years. We met in Auburn, AL in 1982. Now we both live in Atlanta, only 10 minutes from each other, yet still we will go 3-4 months without talking to each other. When we do get together we laugh our arses off for hours.
    Would you say that you are the aggressor in keeping these friendships going?
    Did Facebook bring you together with old friends, like, Hulk, or have you just always kept up with people?
    Seriously, I am the WORST friend, and I want to change that for 2010!

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  29. How does one get the name Peppy? Is that a nickname? Or is it a Pepe’ Le Pew sort of thing? Did his mom enjoy Saturday morning cartoons just a little too much or what? Very curious here.
    Peppy’s girlfriend’s purse is super-cute as is Peppy himself.
    Tell them forget about the butter dish. I had a beautiful one that I picked up at a pottery fair, but they’re a little clunky and easily broken. Just set that tub of butter in the middle of the table, much more practical and it’s hard to jack up plastic.

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  31. You have the best friends! Peppy Whitemore. Too funny. I love that he made you report back the naked girl shower scene. Too bad he can only find a purse to date.

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  32. Next pottery show you go to you will see a bazillion butter dishes and none of whatever piece you are currently looking for. That is how they keep sucking you into pottery shows…

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  37. Peppy is cute, looking all sporty.
    But more importantly, June.. you have the same bag as I!! Only I am a teacher and it is stuffed with school materials. It looks like you use it as a bag/accessory. Perhaps you could glue some of those gems and jewels on it?

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  38. I have never, never ever been around to see one of your posts without any comments.. I’m a little tickled with myself for my timing.
    What is it with people not wanting their picture taken? Is it that they just don’t want their picture out on the internets, because that I can understand, but if it’s just to be weird, or they don’t want their soul stolen, or they’re griping about not looking good in pictures.. I hate those people.
    Suck it up folks. Some of us want to document life and unfortunately, you’re all part of it.

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