A fine arts show, that is. And it’s finally over and done.
I hobnobbed with the bigwigs at the opening last night.
And I sat and spun today.
I acquired a lot of good experience, made a little money, got a commission for a hand-knit hat, and was invited back for next year.
For which I shall endeavor to prepare much further in advance. Because now my house looks like the woman on the front of this book has been taking care of it. And I feel a little like the monster thing pictured.