After a couple of weeks on the road, I have landed home again, and am comfortably ensconced in my recliner, waiting for the chicken soup to warm up. Yup. I’ve got a bug. I must have picked it up in Portland where I was teaching at the Bead Expo, and it bloomed in Texas where I was visiting my friend, Linda Minton. When I’m in charge of things, everyone who comes to take a class when they are sick will be required to wear a mask! Dang it! It’s just not fair to the rest of us! Okay, end of rant. I’ll put the soapbox away and be right back.
I had a great time at the Bead Expo, spent far too much money, met some really wonderful people, and brought home some treasures. It seems I have as much fun chatting with my favorite vendors as I do in the classroom. Hmmmm. Wonder why that is?
Then it was a quick drive home, dump the suitcase, do some laundry, re-pack and off to the airport. (I really do need to have a word with my scheduling secretary about these fast turn-arounds! LOL) It’s a long flight to Houston, but worth it to be able to spend time with Linda. She had coaxed me into coming down for the big antiques festival in Round Top. So off we went to the hill country for a few days. Well, holy smokes! I have never seen so many antiques (and faux antiques) in my entire life! Linda is becoming the Queen of Rusty Things for her assemblage art, so we were keeping an eye out for interesting shapes. I was looking for old postcards and portraits to print on fabric for collage purposes. (I figured I’d better not get anything I couldn’t fit into my suitcase.) We also found some stone cabochons to use in our beading projects, and a few just-for-fun treasures. I came home with a porcelain badger made in the USSR, that was just too adorable to leave there. A badger! Who knew!
After a couple of days scouring for antiques, my cough was getting worse, and we decided to go home to Houston a day early. Good thing, since a storm moved in and we would have been cruising in the rain. So, back to town and, after a stop at the video store for a stack of movies, we settled in for some beading and quiet conversation. We went to lunch with Sharon Dixon on Saturday, which was lovely, and a little shopping at a quilt shop and Hobby Lobby, but mostly low-keyed it until it was time for me to fly home Sunday morning. It would have been great to do some more running around and maybe pursue a more active artistic adventure, but Linda was the perfect hostess and tailored the visit to my waning energy level.
So, now I’m home and trying to catch up on email, snail mail, and all such things. But at the moment, I think chicken soup and a nap sounds pretty appealing.
Cheers, my little chickadees!