Ann Arbor Summer Art Fair

My Art Fair Booth

I survived the Ann Arbor Summer Art Fair and lived to tell.

It was hot and humid and at times the rain sent so much water running through my booth it was like Venice, but without a cute Italian boy in a boat floating by.

I laughed, I cried, I made new friends, saw some old ones, felt really stabby by 4pm everyday, but all in all it was a good show.

Now I am getting ready for the Philly Bead Fest later this month. Switching gears again & then switching them back for the Bucktown Arts Fest after that.

In the meanwhile its good to be back home off the street, out of the rain and sun and back in bed with my old stinky dogs. Who knew dog farts could be such a comfort?

Monday sunny Monday

I did not write my Sunday post because, quite simply with all this heat, everything is thin and crispy (including my brain cells).

We did however get a glorious thunderstorm overnight which seemed to revive things.

Next week I will be setting up for the Ann Arbor Summer fair. So if you happen to be in town:

I will be in Booth 194 on Main St. in front of Palios Italian Restaurant.

I will trade beads for iced coffee drinks!

So between now and then I will be working at a manic pace and won't have much time for the interwebs.

But I will leave you with a link to Beads of Clay where I am the featured artist for the month of July. And I am adding two items to their ETSY store.

No bees, no honey; no work, no money

I wonder if the bees ever get weary of their vocation? Do they fly into my garden and say to themselves"Oh Crap! look at all the damn flowers! I will be pollinating all freakin day!"?

Or do they just take it one flower at a time, never worrying about what the day will bring?

This morning I looked at my pile of beads to glaze and said to myself "Oh Crap! I will be glazing all day!" I did glaze all day, 6 hours straight, and only conquered maybe half of the pile.

This means tomorrow will bring the same thing.

No bees, no honey; no work, no money.

I should not complain though. I had the benefit of air conditioning all day. The bees are not so lucky.

Sunday Muddy Sunday

A quiet place

I need a quiet place I have one in my garden. I go there to be alone with my thoughts.

In my garden there is a small plot that is our pet cemetary. Two kitties, 3 fish and countless sea monkeies are buried there. I have a swinging seat and a beautiful veiw of the garden, I sit there and to stop thinking, or sometimes to focus my thoughts.

This week has been especially stressful. I am getting ready for the Ann Arbor Summer Fair, finishing up orders and just trying in general to get a grip on my life.

The quiet time has been important to help me keep a balance.