ah, the gypsy life

it's 6:00 in the morning. and i have just returned from the airport where i waved goodbye to a 50 lb. bag of merchandise (dubbed "the body bag," because that is indeed what it resembles), a rolling suitcase, and dabney. if you haven't noticed by now, we have adopted the divide and conquer approach to these craft fairs. dabney flew to milwaukee. i jetted to pittsburgh. and now, dabney's off to seattle. oh sure, it's fair.

flying to shows is a new thing for us. and we are just beginning to learn the good and the bad of such situations. perhaps the winter season alone gives us our main cause of celebration - no tent. the acquisition of our enormous tent caused us to outgrow our sedan and make the move to the new family truckster. now, it's possible for us to travel with stuff, tent, and dog. and despite its name, ez up tents are no small task to unfurl. heavy, awkward, and frequently finger-pinching - our tent is definitely a two-woman job.



now being relegated to world of indoor craft fairs and the limited area of a 6'x 4' table, there is just less square footage to show off merchandise. and this has proven to be our greatest challenge. we've gone to fairs where we've witnessed everything from broom handles to tree branches are used for display purposes.



having done a handful of shows that require a plane ticket, we like to think that we have streamlined our packing, but the truth is getting these type of items fit into a bag without causing the tsa agents to scratch their heads in wonder is always fun.

my sister calls us gypsies. at first, it made us giggle, but now, we realize how true it is.