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.
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?