It’s the last weekend in February. I was supposed to be getting my annual fine craft fix by wandering around the cavernous Baltimore Convention Center with my best friend and my sister. They both reminded me we had agreed that we would all go together to the American Craft Council show this year. The only thing we didn’t count on was me moving to Oregon.
So the craft show goes on without me this year, though I doubt the show will notice. But I’m missing my annual chat with one of the great glass artists of today, Josh Simpson, whose work I collect on a very small scale. I’m missing the temptations abounding in every aisle, along with the occasional booths that made us say, “How did they get into the show?” Most of all, I am missing spending the day with my friend who is a pediatric nurse turned ceramic artist turned super-successful real estate agent/broker who does Real Estate the Rome Way. We met many years ago when she was still making pottery and I was still being a CPA. We’ve shared the transitions through careers and all the twists and turns our lives have taken. And every February we spent a day immersing ourselves in brilliant creativity and going home with feet aching and creative souls restored. I miss that.