But now I’m done with the Art Fairs.
I gave it ten years.
I persevered through the Houston heat and that one bizarre time when at the same time of year I nearly froze to death it was that cold.
Honest I did.
But yesterday even the good ol’ Texan boys were complaining.
Grown men moaning about the heat.
And I was with them.
I’ve never been so overheated in my life.
I wasn’t just sweating, it was coming off me in planes.
Sheets of wet sliding off my face.
My face looked like a wet rhubarb and I gave up on trying to keep what little make up I wear on my face.
Just wern’t ‘apning.
I had to go au natural, which actually wasn’t natural at all because no one looks the way I did yesterday.
Oh I checked it out alright.
I looked at every last vendor there and no one looked as much like a wet fish as I did.
And I bet you no one had to change their clothes three times!
It was bad enough at the beginning after setting up, but then it rained. Not a lot, but just enough to make the humidity virtually unbearable in the hour or two afterward.
We can’t have a good old cool down after a sprinkle can we.
No, Houston has to turn into the hothouse of hell.
It did let up later in the afternoon until the thunderclouds decided to roll on in.
Fortunately, (or not), they did seem to pass either side of us. I say not because at that point I was actually praying for a catastrophic storm, or even a small earthquake really, that would mean we’d have to go home.
Not one to abandon ship at an art fair, because that’s just not cricket is it, I was at one point seriously considering emailing the show organizer and telling her that my leg had just fallen off and that I had to leave. Sorry.
I trooped on though and have now vowed that it was my last.
I had four sales including the one from the friend who helped me with the booth.
This morning I still can hardly walk.
I’m telling you.
I almost died out there.
As I was in the shower later that night I tried to turn my misery around and thought about all the people in Syria and Yemen and how they must feel just living day to day in awful conditions with oftentimes no water or food to boot.
It made me feel a little ashamed that I couldn’t make one day without completely falling apart and so I determined to continue to make my jewelry for them as it’s the least I can do.
Although not at art fairs unless I can find a good one in Houston that’s indoors for heaven’s sake.
For the love of god, are the people who live here even aware that it’s completely abnormal to even consider outside activities in 90 degree heat with 90% humidity!
And I was one of them, but I’ve come to my senses at last and not a minute too soon.
Before yesterday I was even considering applying to the three day Bayou Festival they hold here twice a year.
What drugs was I on…
I am never leaving the house again.