ye olde street fair

My sleepy little town was all a buzz this past saturday with a street fair in the afternoon + the Atlantic Film Festival in the evening. My mama and I were planning to walk the little folk into town to take part in the goings on, but well, it was over 100 degrees of the worst sort, so we decided to pass.

However, I did get to thinking of the craft show {my first...and only thus far} I participated in last August on the very same street as where the street fair was being held. A dear sweet friend of mine and I shared a table and a lovely afternoon of chatting {her book, craft kits + smocks are on the right, my loot is on the left}. I focus on the chatting here because neither of us sold as much as we had hoped for. All the same, the impression left by the experience was not that I would never do a show or fair again, but that next time, I would do it differently.
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So much can change in a year. I have found that having 3 kiddos certainly has not added hours to my day, but that I have also never felt as inspired + playful. And while painting and creating {and making the time to do so} is a work or sorts, it is also a meditiation; a little break from the usual routine. I've been so happy with how the paintings in the series, Children of Lir have been comming along. I am still waiting on prints and working out the specifics of where the best places are to have notecards and the like printed; shop business I suppose. I can barely contain myself...I will be posting my first painting from the series Children of Lir tomorrow...and you know, I think there just might be a street fair in my future as well.

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