This evening marks the beginning of the latest
Traveling Door Market.
The Traveling Door is a group of artisans that I belong to.
They are four of the most fabulous friends a girl could ask for.
Even now, in the days before a show, I still love them and that says a lot.
Do we grate on each other a bit?
There is the occasional eye roll and a few late night venting phone calls
but for the most part it is totally amazing how unified we are.
In the end, we all realize that it is our friendships that matter most.
Our daughters have all remarked that it is truly amazing that we get along so well.
Five women with different tastes, backgrounds, and personalities spending this much time together and still the best of friends?
It speaks volumes of the kind of women that I am so fortunate to hang with.
How many best friends can one woman have?
I am beyond lucky.
That said, now that the brushes have been rinsed -
well not really -
they are only soaking in a cup of water.
The top coats are still drying.
Yes, there are still some sticky things sitting by the door
to go with me later this afternoon.
I am nothing if not a procrastinator and I work best under pressure.
Now it begins, and I am feeling apprehensive.
As I look around I get that nervous twinge.
Nothing turned out like I saw it in my head.
It goes with the territory.
To create is to be disappointed.
It happens every time.
This is our eighth event and it never changes for me.
I wonder if things will sell?
I think what if that clock I made stops running?
Will they notice the smudges, the crooked lines, and runs?
What if nobody shows up?
What if I have to bring everything back home?
How demoralizing that would be.
Oh the nerves.
I'm looking forward to 9:00 this evening
when I will share a bottle ( or two) of champagne with four of the best women in the world
and then do it all over again tomorrow.
The Women of The Traveling Door...
Cheers to us.
I love you.