I think the photos will speak for themselves.

I did a show this weekend. It was at a major tourist attraction. There were people there, but not as many as I had hoped. Probably because the gas prices in California have increased so dramatically over the last few days. There wasn't even much traffic along the drive home Sunday night.

By the time I got home very late on Sunday, I was exhausted. When I woke up Monday morning, I could barely get myself out of bed. It felt like somebody had increased gravity by about 20%.

When you spend a lot of time in your booth, you invariably end up listening to a lot of spiels from other artists. You hear them said the same way over and over again. And, you start to notice certain things.

I just came back from a visit with my parents. When I left home my car contained me, my weekend bag, cassette tapes (yes, I have an old car), and some munchies for the six hour drive. When I returned home, my car was packed with goodies.

I did a favor for a fellow artist. It was a small thing. I let her borrow one of my booth display items for a couple of years. I hadn't used it in a while, so it wasn't like I needed it. And, it was perfect in her booth.

A few days ago she returned it. In the bag with the display piece was a big thank you card. She mentioned there was a little something else in there as a thank you.

The Art-A-Fair Festival is now over. I've been sleeping in, goofing off, being lazy, and basically getting some much needed rest.

Today, my best friend came over. She is visiting from Texas, so I haven't seen her in a while. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time together. So, we spent what little time we had doing our usual stuff: breakfast and the mall.

A few days ago, I was with a customer. She was looking at my handbags. The question came up, "Which one is the most popular?"

Well, since I have sold two of the red ones, I immediately responded, "The red one."

BIG MISTAKE!

I was at the Art-A-Fair Festival late last night doing my usual Monday night wandering of the aisles. A woman was walking toward me. She kept looking at me as if she knew me. After a bit of interrogation, my brain yielded forth many pleasant memories from childhood. It turned out she was my 7th grade math teacher.

I was in my booth at the Art-A-Fair Festival yesterday. There was a couple looking at the artwork in the booth across from me. They really liked a piece by one of our student artist scholarship winners, Callie Fink.

Sunday, I was in my booth at the Art-A-Fair Festival. A couple came up to me and started chatting like they knew me. It took me a few moments to realize that I had spoken to them the day before. The first time I met them, they gave my work lots of compliments; but, they weren't buying anything.