It's been a tough week. After a not-too serious fall on Sunday, I am nevertheless moving slowly in my last minute preparations for the St. James Court Art Fair this weekend. My scraped up face (yes, I face-planed across that mulch and dirt with great impact!) looks worse than it feels, but sore muscles and bruises have kept me in bed with ice packs.
I can hardly wait to greet 200,000 visitors to the show this weekend looking like a battered babe, but I will be there with some new pieces providing nothing happens between here and Louisville!