I’ve been thinking about everyone going to Artfest tonight and wondering if they’re as excited—and anxious—as I am. My guess is they probably are.
I’ve always found packing for major trips stressful because I’d just like to transport everything I have there and not have to make any decisions about what to take. Plus there’s the whole will-my-luggage-go-missing thing, which I hate. Not that it’s ever happened to me, but the last time I went to Artfest, one woman’s suitcase didn’t make it and it was awful for her. We all pitched in and gave her supplies, but I never did find out how she managed without clothes and important things like a hot water bottle.
At the moment I have little piles of stuff organized everywhere and I’m just hoping everything will fit into my suitcase. I also have all my trades done—80 little booklets—and some idea about what I’m going to do in the three painting workshops I’m taking. Because I usually spend several hours contemplating a piece before I begin, I have to get some of that out of the way or I won’t be able to finish a thing.