It happened again yesterday.
A visitor to our gallery (can’t be called a customer, they didn’t buy anything) had a few choice words for us about the price of a teapot.
Suffice to say, he suggested that we were rich because our prices were so high. He was not smiling when he said that.
John jokes around when people make passing remarks about the cost of this mug or that goblet, “You’ve heard of the millionaire potters of Door County?” They say no. He says, There you go. Everyone gets the point and laughs and agrees that indeed we are being fair.
We know what the problem is, and it ain’t us.
People don’t have the money to buy what they want. They are frustrated with the whole economy thing and the stress of a vacation just pushes them over the edge into impropriety. Some are closer to that edge than others and then, they zero in on the one person in front of them.
Usually me, since I am in the gallery. And I’m a woman. Fair game, I guess.
Anyway, this man told me he was only joking, and I told him it wasn’t funny and he said too bad, have a good day anyway and left.
Once again, I examine my prices and review my math and think about this whole issue. Again. Ugh.
The fact is that all artists all around the world, and here in my corner of Paradise, have a right and an obligation, to make a living. The starving artist shtick is baloney.
I’m trying to make a living.
So in the interest of my sanity and everyone else’s edification, I will explain, in detail, what it takes to make that $38.00 mug and why it is worth more than that. The message I’m spreading today is that ‘You are getting a beautiful work of art for a very reasonable cost’.
Chapter One coming up: