The roads weren't great yesterday, so David drove me out to Selkirk and then came to pick me up. A rough trip either way. It was very quiet in the gallery. Five visitors all day, so when the weather kept looking worse and worse, they let us go a little early. I was waiting for David, and it had certainly been long enough for him to get there, even with the bad conditions. I looked out and there was the car just sitting there, so I headed out, and when I got to the car the window opened, and --whoops--wrong husband. It was the father of the younger woman who had been working with us.
So it sure looks like the snow is here to stay. snow plows were out on the highway yesterday, and all of the neighbours seem to be shoveling this morning. More is forecast for this afternoon, which really doesn't look good for the opening reception for the show this afternoon. None the less, my cookies are all packed and ready to go.
I spoke to the woman in the gallery yesterday. She had brought a small bag of beads in for me, and was telling me how the woman who runs the "vintage" ( read high class second hand) store in the building was able to use the beads in her displays. The lady in the gallery also uses beads in her own work, so I mentioned the bag of Victorian jet jewelry I had been given many years ago. I have used most of what I want out of it, and am ready to pass it along. Looks like I have found it a home.
Beth, I think I owe you an apology. Some time ago we were talking about the author Wilbur Smith, and I had said that I found his work far too "gritty" and violent for me. Well, I now realize that he writes many different types of books. I'm ready one of his historical books--still about Africa--but more about the time between the two world wars. I love it and can't put it down.
Maybe I'll get to finish it after we get home after the reception. I wonder if anyone will show up other than the ladies who are in the display.
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