I have been derelict in posting the pictures of the Cooper-Young Festival. Hud normally uploads my pictures, but he's been so busy with MUS Homecoming festivities that he left it up for me to figure out.
Huh. I feel like Zoe must feel on a daily basis.
I JUST sold my soul to Satan. I can now move pictures from my camera to the computer. The crying and screaming of obscenities helped amuse the old devil and he took pity on me. In fact, I'm quite sure they're the only reason I slogged my way through it.
This is my booth directly after set up. Later, it will be so packed with humanity that it will take seven minutes to cross from its opening to the trash can in the middle of the street. One hundred thousand people made their way to this part of the city that day. A full tenth of the population of Memphis.
And let me tell you, it is a REAL cross section of the city. All different races, religions, BLGT, mohawks, tattoos, piercings -- you name it --Cooper -Young has got it and most of them have had a lot of beer. It's probably why it's my favorite festival in all of Memphis. I love to see all the different people getting together and having the time of their lives.
Poor Hud. Eating carrots and pretending that it is NOT 100 degrees and all of Memphis swarms about the tent. Next year, I am not bringing any artwork. I am going to arrange a baby pool in the middle and fill it with ice. I will never have to work again.
It was hotter than the hammered hinges of hell.
We were set up next to my friend Tatia and her marvelous beads she makes at Solstice Studios.
Zali and I made our way from the house, around Rhodes College and over to the Presbyterian Church this weekend where Tatia was set up at the Clanjamfrey Festival. We witnessed the "Bonny Knees" competition. There's a dog parade, that we missed apparently, in which people tart up their fuzzy pals and prizes are won for the best ensemble.
Zali is sooooo winning next year. I feel sorry for the other contestants. I'm going to make him a kilt, knee ribbons, scarf and a tam. That dog will wear anything. I should have named him Smithfield. Because, you know he is a ham.
And the weather? Has dropped twenty degrees over the course of the week.
Today is 75. There is no God. Or if there is, He has a wicked sense of humor.
