Yesterday we left off with a photo of my booth, which was both well-spaced and had a crooked Sawtooth oil painting with a worry about a large stage with very very large speakers.

 

Better – Sawtooth doesn’t show. But next time could you move that dumb-looking basket before taking the picture?

 

Enough paintings, not too many, well spaced with a crooked Sawtooth oil painting, open booth design so lookers don’t feel trapped, great location, wonderful organization, incredible staff of volunteers.

But that stage. Holy guacamole. It was the venue for one dance group after another, back to back, non-stop VERY VERY LOUD music, and loads of people standing in front of my booth so that lookers must really make an effort to come into the booth.

But they weren’t worried about getting tricked into buying anything (not that I have any earthly idea of how to do that), because we were completely unable to converse.

In addition to the VERY VERY LOUD music, it was VERY VERY HOT.

I soldiered on bravely, and at around 3 p.m. I remembered that I always keep a pair of earplugs in my purse. They helped, but I had to take out one so the occasional looker could shout into that ear while I tried to read lips.

Tomorrow I will tell you about the good parts of the show. There were good parts.