Above, me, Sailor Bri, and Susan Blessinger. My salute needs some work. I’m really not cut from military cloth. I so crazy love the picture of Bri in her uniform that I can’t stop showing it to people, which is funny, because I am about the last person that will whip out photos of her family members and make you look at them.
Below, my cousin Cecily, with a double string of aquamarines.
and Jeannette Cook and Jay O’Rear, in our great 50’s kitchen (which looks hilariously tiny in this photo but is actually a normal-sized kitchen).
I could go on. There are lots more pix on Facebook, in an album called “Party At Kate’s House”.
I was sorry to have missed some people who were just too shagged out after a slamming day at the shows- the To Bead True Blue had to break down, the Whole Bead had a late night, the Flame-Off was happening, and some of our friends’ booths were rocking for eight hours straight, like Gary Wilson’s. I missed seeing Gary, Kelly Angeley, my friend Dorothy, my cousin Heidi, Mark and Betcey, Dustin, Nikia, Robin, Abbi, and Greg. Rayo, Doriot, and Bill McKinnon. I did see many other delightful people, which was excellent.
We can’t see everyone in life whenever we feel like it. However much we feel like it.
I don’t think I’m going to be here for the shows next year; I’m planning a winter escape, to rent my space out and skip out on the cold for a few months. So I’m soaking it up now while I can.