Tonight is one of the last nights featuring the gallery's Midsummer Night's Dream themed work. It looks like the art has been selling well these past few months, there are more bare spaces on the walls than when it started, and some new things to fill the gaps. Anna is even wearing little hand-made fairy antennae for the occasion.
Appropriately, Anna's got her laptop set up playing lovely music, including the wonderful Loreena McKennitt, who is a favorite of mine. If you don't know her, but you love Celtic folk music, definitely look her up. Her voice is wonderfully haunting.
Well, it's about 6:21 now and the gallery has been officially open for twenty minutes. My husband Ivan has turned off the laptop and is tuning his guitar. Buttercup is whining a discordant accompaniment and whacking me with her tail. She's very excited, apparently. She has no idea what it is, but she knows that something is happening and she wants to be a part of it. You know, when she's not hopefully following Anna's boyfriend, around, waiting for him to drop some of the snacks he's setting up for guests. At least Rob doesn't seem to mind having her underfoot.
Hahahaha....one of the first people to wander in noticed Buttercup and promptly began to gush. Everyone loves my dog. Pretty slow night so far, but it's still pretty early. I'm sure this place will be full of people in another hour or so.
A few people have been coming and going, poor dog doesn't know how to cope. She's happy to see people, but nervous to see so many strangers at once. She's been glued to my lap for a while now. ....And as I typed that, she hurried over to Rob for some added comfort.
Starr has been hanging out with us, sketching away with her new tablet. Anna is posing as a foot model.
I got bored, so I took some more pictures around the gallery.
And of course, this one had to fall back into the crook of my arm for some reason.
Well, I wish I had more to report, but it was a pretty quiet night. Things are winding down, the gallery is only open for a little longer and most of the people are gone. Buttercup's all tuckered out from meeting new people and I'm right there with her. Still, it was a nice way to end a long week.
Family, friends, Buttercup and art. Definitely could have been worse.
