The Common Denominator

The show is over, we've torn down, had dinner and are back here at the hotel. I can hear John in bed snoring already but I am a little wired. We will head home tomorrow morning, thank goodness. I miss my kitties.

This was a good show. I sold 30 pieces total. No big ones this time, but lots of mid-range. I need to get my fanny in gear once we are home to be ready for Brookside. We also have to figure out the repro gig because I believe Brookside allows repros and I want to be ready for that.

Once again I met some amazing artists. That is one of the very best things about this art show business, the camaraderie of the artists. We never fail to meet people we really like. The vast majority of the people are so nice, just the best people you would ever meet. For instance, this morning, I was craving some Starbucks coffee. There was none anywhere if you can believe, it's not like St. Louis where there's a Starbuck's every time you turn around. So I glanced across the aisle and saw my neighbor (who I hadn't even met) had some. I walked over to ask him where he got it and he GAVE me a cup. Said he bought a bunch of extra large cups for whoever might want it. I mean how sweet is that!??! Not to mention he had a cup of half and half too.

And Chattanooga. Really a nice town. They are trying to be an artsy town, maybe like Asheville or Gatlinburg? I don't know for sure but several folks mentioned it to me. Apparently they are offering incentives to artists who relocate here. Like if you commit to staying for 4 years they will give you $15,000 to get set up, a forgivable mortgage of sorts. Cool deal. We are obviously locked in to St. Louis since our family is there but I could see doing this if you didn't have attachments. It is a great town in a marvelous natural setting. Mountains. River. Warehouse lofts. Lots of potential here.

Last night we went out to dinner and saw a bunch of high school kids dressed for a formal event. The girls were all in shades of Fuschia, Aqua, Red and Yellow. It was the strangest thing, as if someone had some master plan regarding the colors of the dresses. They were all even the same fabric. We saw perhaps 20 girls total, enough to get an overview. Since we dined at the same restaurant, of course I had to ask one of the girls what was up with the colors. And she said there was no plan. It just turned out that way. I couldn't believe it. At home, we always see kids dressed for formals and most of the girls are wearing black. We didn't see one girl in black, just this amazing array of Spring color. Must be a southern thing, huh?