The week of an art show is always insane, but worth it. The week leading up to a Saturday show I spend almost every night working on packaging, price tags, and printing until as late as I can stand, which is usually midnight since I still have to go to work during the day.
Then Saturday comes which is exciting but I make sure to pace myself, like I'm running marathon (well, what I imagine a marathon would be like), because I know what I'm about to get myself into: 5am alarm clocks, booth set up and tear downs, porta potties, and lots of standing.
This past Saturday was Edgehill Rocks in Nashville, a day of music, food, arts and crafts, and dogs. Lots of dogs. Also, for fun, lots of wind which caused major dust storms. Thankfully, I've learned from my mistakes with wind so my booth wasn't going anywhere. Others weren't so lucky.
By the time I get home I'm usually dragging myself to the door. Sundays after a show is a day for sweatpants, frosted cinnamon rolls, and a lot of whatever the hell I want to do. Which is usually nothing.
But yesterday I did decide to get out a little bit. I went to a meat farm the next town over from me, which is like going back in time. I'm a big supporter of local business, plus you don't get this kind of scenery at a grocery store.
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I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.