Being the Only Author in an Art Gallery Boutique Sale

Friday and Saturday I spent the full day from 9 to 5 in the Porterville Art Gallery along with artists and artisans selling their wares. Two tables had gorgeous handmade jewelry--and I bought some for Christmas presents. A potter with gorgeous pots, several artist with miniatures, gift cards, handpainted Christmas ornaments, and many beautiful paintings were among the group.

Everyone else was a member of the Art Association, my only requirement was to bring cookies both days.

Just like last year, it rained. Despite that some adventurous souls wandered into the gallery and purchased gifts, including my books. No, I didn't sell a lot, but I did sell more than I have a some places where I paid to have a table.

Like with any of these ventures, I had an enjoyable time meeting new people and hearing lots of stories that may one day become a part of a book. Yep, it's dangerous to tell me your innermost secrets because I may use them someday. However, you'll never recognize it.

That was my last appearance anywhere until next year. I think my hubby is sad because we just got a new GPS. I hope he likes the voice on this one as well as the one on the last.



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