There were these:
Fabulous blank books made out of old library books by Margi Laurin. I was drawn in by one made out of the cover of a Bobbsy Twin book. Do you remember those books? I gobbled them up until I'd read all the ones the library had to offer.
Then there were these pretty things by Atelier Trema:
Pear and apple vases, with a hole just big enough for a thin stick or a firm-stemmed flower. They were so pretty a delicate and not even terrible expensive for what they were. And yet, I resisted, which may have been a mistake with these... It doesn't seem to be easy to order one off the artist's website.
I was drawn in by all the wood at the show too. These guys - Le Temps des Cigales - stand out in my mind because of their business card, a pretty little piece of scrap wood into which they had burned their name and logo. The little piece of wood smelled delightfully smoky.
The pieces were beautiful but, well... pricy.
In fact, this was true about the show in general. I strongly believe the these artists and craftsmen and women deserve every single penny they ask for their art. The pottery coffee mugs I fell in love with every time I came across another display of pottery are worth the $22 each. The cute crocheted stuffed toys were worth the $35 price - at least. Nothing was ridiculously priced. And yet, I still resisted each price tag, moving quickly on from one booth to the next. Is this a symptom that remains from my university days? A symptom of the cheap, easily-accessible mass-produced merchandise with which I have become content? A symptom of the mortgage we'd love to get rid of fast?
No money spent aside, it was a grand afternoon. Kristin and I finished it off with a cup of coffee and a long chat at Balzac's, then a walk through the sunlit city. Some of what I've seen at the show has stayed with me and, if it remains long enough, one of these pieces may very well end up in my possession at some point. Just not yet.