Happy weekend, hope it finds everyone well! Randall is working his magic out of town, where his formidable skills don't quite extend to conjuring diaries. When he asked me to cover and include some pictures, I realized all my photos for the week are of either art or crime.
Since I've already diaried the crime (still no significant updates on what happened there,) we'll have to go with art, and some thoughts on taking my art from hobby to business. My kitchen table a week before a show:
It was both exhausting and exhilarating. I used to run competitively, but not very well -- a finish was good enough for me. It feels like I finished a race after months of training, complete with joint pain, dehydration, and desperate need of a shower.
And determination to get up and keep training tomorrow.
We practiced setting up and breaking down the tent and displays and got up at 5:30 to have everything onsite at 7:30 for the show. By 9:00 I wasn't glistening, I was dripping with sweat and my hair was irredeemably frizzed out. DH went out for sports drinks; someone offered him cash for them on on the street. The humidity was kicking ass long before the heat set in.
Show tent prep:
Note: I'll probably crash early tonight but will hang around as long as I can, then check back in the late morning.