If I was to give this event one word, it would be “relief”.
This time last year I was in horrible pain, with the worst sun reaction and migraine i can recall, to the point where I was literally hitting my head against the wall and packing my head in ice packs. I was quite certain I might have to be done with historical events. The thought was horribly depressing. I spent the whole year with the fear that I might have a repeat physical event.
As I stood at the mirror this morning, doing my hair, I almost cried. It was Sunday. I was good. I ended Saturday feeling great. I was good. I didnt even need to resort to my backup , can lace lighter dress. (Actually, I found I laced closed! Alterations coming.) I hoped into the sewing room and pulled out one of my favorite dresses, from a fabric a far away friend gave me. I was good.
So, here I am. Proof I made it to Sunday.
This weekend, I set the millinery up in the Insurance Office. A big thank you to Deanna and Melanie for arranging this space for me. It was close to Ward Hovey, just in case, and a shorter walk to the gallery for my talk. It has a lovely breeze and nice shade. It also is right on the village square insuring lots of visitors. Saturday, I pretty much started talking at eleven and didn’t stop until six. (The morning was quite)
My little sister, Lily, helped out in the millinery the whole weekend. She talked with visitors while I was away at the gallery and while I was consulting on millinery questions. She did a very nice job. She also followed the small ice cream handed child around the room guarding the pieces.
A myriad of thoughts:
Our most unique visitors were either the well loved plush bunny or the real live rooster.
All guests during the battle must be watered. Roosters included.
While I wasn’t sure which project to bring, I ended up being busy wirh sewing the whole of Saturday and I to Sunday .
I actually got to talk about the dynamics of women’s employment.
Sunday, two young men had an excellent vignette on my porch. They were gambling, for stamps. As they played, they pulled visitors in. I know some expected me to shoo them off. But, it was such and excellent interaction , I just listened from inside.
I never once got to do the story I developed behind my unfinished sign. But, I did determine i must have one.
I got quarantined for a couple hours. Weirdness was theme
I got to see the most amazing original fichu and a lovely net needlework.
I was gifted some wonderful surprises. I am grateful and blessed by each. Thank you.
Now, sleep. There may be more added tomorrow
If I Had My Own Blue Box: 
Im so glad you enjoyed a wonderful weekend. I know how much you worried about a repeat experience. I love the image of you on the porch!
Thank you. Am glad someone asked for a photo on the porch. It reminded me to actually take some photos.