The show opens on Friday nights, but seeing as I tend to get distracted by
the club specials at the cash bar all the yummy food on display from local restaurants, I always return the following day, usually with my mom and Little Missy in tow, to get my real shopping done. This year my mother-in-law tagged along as well.
Say you: What did you buy?
Say me: Art. And a t-shirt. And earrings. Because I needed them.
Onward! My photo for the day, straight from a girlie's booth. I wish I could link to her, but I don't know her name and can't find her. Stupid, really, for not grabbing a card:
And my art purchase. My mom didn't like it. Neither did my mother-in-law. Good thing it's going to be hanging in my house and not theirs.
One other thing: My old blog. It's not happening, so let it go. I had a friend tell me that she missed it last night. That she subscribes to this one, she likes the pictures, but she misses the stories about the people I see. And I really, really appreciate that. But the voyeurism ship has sailed. I had a good run, but I was more than ready to come out of the closet and this is the stuff that excites me these days. I may sneak one in every-now-and-again but don't look for it to happen any time soon. (Thanks for continuing to read, Angela. *SMOOCH*) ->