report from the art show
So the Starbucks Avant-Grande art show was last night. I was the only Barista from my area to submit anything, but it was completely worth the two-and-a-half-hour drive. Some of our DC friends kindly came out to support me, although sadly I didn't get any pictures of them, and my sisters drove up with us, so we spend most of the drive laughing until we cried. Seriously.
The show was held at the House of Sweden, which is the cultural building next to the Swedish Embassay. There were many drinks, many people, and much fun. I didn't sell my piece, but I did have several people who wanted to buy prints, which may actually result in my getting my act together and selling prints on etsy. Also, more pictures from the evening here.
Oh, true story: le sisters arrive at our house 10 minutes after we were supposed to have left, only to find me running around in my underwear squealing "I don't know what to weaaaaaaaaar!" (Remember the cool outfit I planned? Well, the dress made me look like a sack of lumpy pink potatoes.) I was almost resigned to skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a fedora, but they rescued me from such banality and reminded me of clothing items I forgot I owned. And red lipstick made it all better.
The model posing with the shot. J has been laughing at this whole situation: her fifteen minutes of fame and you can't see her face!
Me looking shadowed next to the print.
How the gallery was set up. I love this shot! (All pictures taken by le husband. I wasn't carrying the camera AT ALL for once.)
Me networking. I really enjoyed getting to talk to all the other artists, as well as many attendees.
The trio of terror.
Kisses!
The show was held at the House of Sweden, which is the cultural building next to the Swedish Embassay. There were many drinks, many people, and much fun. I didn't sell my piece, but I did have several people who wanted to buy prints, which may actually result in my getting my act together and selling prints on etsy. Also, more pictures from the evening here.
Oh, true story: le sisters arrive at our house 10 minutes after we were supposed to have left, only to find me running around in my underwear squealing "I don't know what to weaaaaaaaaar!" (Remember the cool outfit I planned? Well, the dress made me look like a sack of lumpy pink potatoes.) I was almost resigned to skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a fedora, but they rescued me from such banality and reminded me of clothing items I forgot I owned. And red lipstick made it all better.
The model posing with the shot. J has been laughing at this whole situation: her fifteen minutes of fame and you can't see her face! 
Me looking shadowed next to the print. 
How the gallery was set up. I love this shot! (All pictures taken by le husband. I wasn't carrying the camera AT ALL for once.) 
Me networking. I really enjoyed getting to talk to all the other artists, as well as many attendees. 
The trio of terror. 
Kisses! 
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