We were consequently quite pleased that we didn't buy tickets. It's a bit of a bore, lots of exhibits and pamphlet-pushers, and very few booths that we liked. Still, FREE IS FREE, and we amused ourselves regardless.
Melissa, bless her, came along despite being a week away from giving birth. Her nesting impulses drove her. Incidentally, we saw a few booths with art so poorly rendered (Andrew: "I could paint that. And I don't paint.") that we coerced Melissa into opening a booth next year with some of her awesome art instead.
Just chillin' in my gangsta whirlpool.
Just chillin' with my homeboy, Bob Villa.
Just chillin' with his kristal chandeliers.
Just chillin' in a Japanese full-body massage chair.
Just chillin' in my dream wine cellar.
Just chillin' in the reflection of this helpful sign.
2 comments:
your photos make it actually look fun
This made me giggle, Sarah. My aunt went THREE times, and tried to get me to go with her a fourth. I 'regretfully' declined. I am glad I did. He he.
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