{Step this way, my friends, for the fair wonderful.}
{Scout has a friend in Louise.}
{We have commandeered the wall, fire extinguisher and all, with our gold foxes and zines unfurled.}
{With eight new prints (and several previous), I am pretty sure, here, I am thinking of coffee.}
{The (humble) Eurasian Golden plover agrees.}
{Coffee is always nice. Coffee 'on the house' all the nicer. (Thank-you St Heliers Store + Gallery.)}
{As it looked from outside in.}
{With one of Kathy's mouse-on-pencil finger puppets. One of several fine purchases made.}
{The Gleaner of Chipped Crockery from Paul Compton's The Folk Underground.}
The weather she cleared, the sun he shined, and the fair went without a hitch at the wonderful St Heliers Store + Gallery, at the Abbotsford Convent.
A sea of charming stallholders cobbled together by the ever brilliant Rona Green, the warmth of familiar faces (enjoy those prints, Joy), and the glow of the new, thank-you for a swell afternoon. Thank-you also to the woman who groaned to her friend the most amusing comment of the day for my ears to overhear: “Ugh. Not more paper stuff to sit at that bottom of my drawer”.
Bringing you more paper stuff in the coming weeks, to hang on wall or prop on shelf… or to fill your bottom drawer.
