Indulging myself with a Pepsi at 9 am, I strolled the De Anza Flea Market, solo this weekend. Don't get me wrong I do love company when picking, but sometimes some of my best buying happens when I have only the voice in my head to guide me. This was delightfully one of those trips, coming home smitten, with a handful of perfect pottery pieces. I had originally set out in search of classic painted china dinnerware, for I recently went on a purging rampage, practically emptying my kitchen cabinets. Yet after falling head over heels with a $15 dollar stoneware crock pot, it has suddenly become clear that my new plates will be centered around a rustic pottery pallet.