Somehow preparing for my first booth this summer would occasionally strike panic into my soul, but getting my materials together for my second one this weekend… nothing but content excitement. I go home after work, set up my couch for painting, and go to town with a smile on my face.
As hard as it is for me to believe every year, September 1 marks another year in the United States for me and my family. This year, my American identity is old enough to drink.
When my friend asked me if I would jump on the chance for a festival booth some three weeks before the actual date, I said yes before I knew what had happened.