Random Weekend Stuff

I sat in the sun, in 92-degree heat, for five hours on Saturday at the festival and did not sell one blessed photograph. Throwing in the towel, I am.

On the plus side, I put up a poster with Momma and Baby and their adoption info, and that drew lots of interest. More interest than my photos did. Ha!

My peonies are blooming! Likewise the iris, and the poppies, and the columbine. I think the heat prompted everything to pop at once.

My mother's cat, Tinker, passed away. He was 15. My mom (who has Alzheimer's) informed me that my sister TIB killed him. Possible? Oh yes. Likely? Not very. (Oh, and Listie, if you're reading, we went to Pete's Legacy Diner on Old Vestal Road on Sunday. Do you ever go there? Hint: avoid the Greek omelet. Also, see the comments down below in the Kool-Aid Pie post for the location of the Parkway Diner.)

I woke up this morning with a huge bruise on the bottom of my foot. You'd think an incident that could inspire such a bruise would be memorable, but I have no idea how I got that bruise. Whaaaa?

Oh, and the AC in the car conked out yesterday. Don't ever buy a Saturn .......

Wait ....... What Day Is It?

So, I was supposed to do a booth at a local outdoor festival this Saturday, but the weather forecast is calling for cloudy, windy and thunderstorms on that day. And I was kind of waffling back and forth as to whether I was going to do it or not, because if I was, I would have to either buy or rent a canopy, and I really don't want to put any more money into this whole craft thing, and the cats are supposed to go back to the shelter this weekend and I'd have to reschedule that, and blah blah blah .........

And then this morning I looked at my calendar and realized the festival isn't this Saturday, it's next Saturday.

I swear I'm losing my mind.

My Hare-Brained Scheme Comes To Fruition

So, Saturday was my first time showing my photographs at a craft show. I am not really a craft show-type person, but I really wanted to see if my photos would sell. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm, and I met lots of nice people. The vendors around me were very friendly and helpful when they found out it was my first show - they even let out a cheer when I made my first sale. I was amazed at how many shoppers wanted to talk (and talk, and TALK) - lots of people said the photos reminded them of gardens they used to have, or of their relatives' gardens. And a lot of older women wanted to talk about their dead husbands, which was kind of weird, but I can sympathize - I think they just need someone to listen, and I was a captive audience.

The most popular questions were "Did you take these pictures?" (yes), and "Are these your flowers?" (yes). Lots of people commented on how pretty the pictures were. I only made $55.00 (if they're such pretty pictures, BUY THEM, PEOPLE, (ha ha, just kidding, NOT)), but I realized that it makes me really happy to think that my pictures are hanging in other people's houses. I know that sounds weird, but it's cool to me.

Here's my car, loaded up and ready to go. (Oh, and one of the best parts of the day? Stopping at Dunkin' Donuts on the way to pick up a Boston Creme and a Strawberry Frosted. Yummmmm, donuts.)


Here's my table, ready to rock:


Here's the craft show itself. It was pretty small, only twenty tables, and there were not a lot of customers for a good part of the day. I'm wondering if I might do better at a larger show.



The local high school marching band came by to entertain us:



And they brought the color guard:

Can you believe the hair on that girl on the right? Can you imagine what it must look like when it's not in a ponytail? I wish I had hair like that. (And yes, I realize that these are not very good photos, coming from a person who is trying to SELL HER PHOTOS).

So, all in all, a good day. I tried something I had never done before and lived. Imagine that!