I had promised to show a few pieces of pottery from Moore County, after looking at my pictures and realizing that there were precious few examples in them. No one has ever said "don't take pictures of the pottery", but it seems kind of tacky to be shooting pictures inside their gallery. So, I'll show you some of what I've collected over the years, since its almost all from that area.
What you're looking at below, is (from left to right) vintage A.R.Cole, two Ben Owen III melon vases, and a Waymon Cole, also vintage artware. The little bowl is vintage ceramic, Homer Laughlin's Orange Tree pattern. This is also the oh-so-groovy, New Age section of my books - well one portion of them , anyway. The books and the pottery fight for every square inch of shelf space in this house. Horrid shelving - I want to rip it out one day and put in real cabinetry.
This bookcase is all Ben Owen III ash glazed pieces, except for the Jugtown Fox crock; called that for the incised rings around it - a trademark of a 19th c. pottery family by the name of Fox. You will note that the books are also fighting for space here too - these are part of my antique book collection -as you can tell, I don't decorate with much Target/Pottery Barn/Crate and Barrel kind of stuff. What can I say? I want to live in a museum.
And there ya go - yet another peep into my sanctuary - don't say I never gave you anything! I'll be back tomorrow with more of the normally scheduled angst and mayhem; unless the Bohemian is still a poor, sickly little thing (Hah! Did you see that kid?!) and I have to hover near his side for his gasped instructions: "Mom,...gasp...can...you...gasp...make...me...gasp...some...soup...gasp!" And the sad part is; this is exactly the way his father sounds when he's sick - don't even ask what its like if I get sick - didn't you know? Mothers are not allowed to be ill...ever. But that is a rant for another day - probably some time January.