First of all, here's a pic of my table at APE:
I'm all lurpy back there behind the tattooed lady. It was a refreshingly chilly and rainy in San Francisco this past weekend, and I liked that lots. Right after this picture was taken, I ran outside to get some soy lattes and change and returned as a big wet mess because it had started pouring on the way back. My coat smelled like a stinky wool sock and I looked like I had just hopped out of the shower. Gross. There are lots more pics on my flickr.
The table was very "Welcome to Grandma Brigette's House":
...but that's how I like it!
By the way, thanks all you blog followers who stopped by to say hello!
Other than getting soaked on the first day, the weekend was pretty much a success! I met a lot of really nice folks, and and I got to see people's reactions to my work up close. I must have distributed more than a hundred postcards and business cards over the weekend (I actually ran out of postcards by the second day). I bought something really excellent from Esther Pearl Watson, hung out with these guys, traded some artwork with my next-booth-over neighbor Ken, and met some fellow etsy shop ladies, including Tammy Stellanova. I'll show you all the goodies later.
I just added the following to the shop:
-the tattooed lady
-dog face man print
-family tree #3
-framed version of the sleepy pigeon print
There are also plenty of buttons left over that are also going to go into the shop as soon as I figure out a nice way of packaging them. I think I'm going to attach them to a little card or something, but I'm not sure if I want them in sets or separate. Ideas? Opinions??
I also had a dream about the election last night. In the dream, voting was all said and done and I had somehow missed it (I often have anxiety dreams were I'm late for something or another). The new president elect was none other than Shania Twain, the country singer. In my dream I was incredulous...I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't even recall Shania being in the running! I felt that surely this was a sign that the world as I knew it was coming to a close, and that we were all going to hell in a hand basket, and how could anything ever be more ridiculous than this??
Then I woke up, and was relieved to find that it was all just a stupid, stupid, stupid dream. How on earth did Shania Twain get all wrapped up in my subconscious, anyway? In any case, I voted, and I hope you did too! Today was, as they keep repeating on the radio, a big one in the history books.
Sorry there's so much chatter and no art stuff in this post. Before the week is through, I promise I'll have some new art stuff up. Promise!