I played Parking Po-lice again yesterday afternoon for the NuWray Hotel, so Craft Fair attendees wouldn’t take up the guests’ parking spots. I was under a tent, and there was an intermittent breeze, but it was still pretty hot and muggy. So I’m sure I smelled great and was soaked by the time I left to join the fans of Nick Rash and his band at Roland’s (the outdoor bar between the NuWray and Carriage House Sundries). Fortunately, the friends holding a seat for me were also damp, so I fit right in. Right in the middle, actually, which meant the drinks just kept coming and I didn’t even have to move.

When Mother Nature did call, as she does, I saw tons more friends on the upper deck, so, being something of a social butterfly (or wasp? - a pollinator, in any event), I got to say hi to a bunch while I waited for a restroom to become available. Using public restrooms has not been a favorite thing of mine since I was a kid, and the seat had been left up, so I did a bit of tidying beforehand. All was well.

I could have walked home, but was offered a ride and gratefully took it. Generally, I give the Craft Fair a miss, since I don’t have any money to spare nor room to hang or shelve one more thing. My house is full of friends’ art already. (If any of you are in the mood to schlepp me to Charlotte, I’d like to have my Jane Peiser lamp assessed. Not that I would sell it - I’d have to be desperate - but I have the idea that it’s probably worth at least 4 times the $2500 I paid for it umpteen years ago. It is unique among her creations.

Parking is at a premium in Burnsville during the Craft Fair, but my friend Wendy is descending from Cattail Creek to park here so we can walk uptown for lunch at Carriage House Sundries. Maybe we’ll see you there?

xox

Lucy