Eyes On Stalks

We've had a seriously MASSIVE few days.

We returned this evening from five days away, setting up, holding, and dealing with the aftermath of Hubs' first photography exhibition. This afternoon we drove for five hours, returning home around the kids' bedtime. Then we still had to give the kids baths and right this second, at 11:30 pm, I still haven't prepped for school tomorrow. It's been a really, really long day.

So here's the bullety version of the last few days. Details to come tomorrow.

• We arrived Wednesday at around lunchtime.
• Wednesday afternoon and evening and all day Thursday was dedicated soley to the cutting of matts. Lots and lots of them. And cleaning frames. And panicking. Lots and lots of panicking.
• Thursday afternoon Hubs and his co-exhibitor began setting up in the gallery.
• Thursday evening we spent three hours attaching hooks to the backs of the images.
• Friday was completely consumed with all the little 'bits and pieces' jobs that needed to be done.
• Friday night - AWESOME. Opening night was fantastic, the gallery looked wonderful, and Hubs managed to get through his speech without fainting although he did require notes. Oh, and I clapped hard enough to spill my drink on the floor with eveyone watching. Mental note: put down drink before rapidly moving both hands next time.
• Friday, post-exhibition - there could have been one or twelve celebratory drinks involved. There may have been one or twelve remorseful moments thereafter. But not from me. No sirree. I'm dainty.

Sunday morning was spent recovering from Saturday which was spent recovering from Friday night, which was the culmination of several months worth of work.

End result? One heck of a memorable week.

Bonus end result? In the two days since opening night we've had several sales totalling nearly $700, and tons of interest. The exhibition is on for another five weeks or so. This thing of ours might actually work.

Plus, I'm so proud of Hubs. He totally deserves it. We spent most of the trip home bouncing marketing ideas of one another.

And now I must slip into the kitchen to rustle up something for tomorrow's school lunches.

Yeah, at midnight. I'm wacky like that. And also, hopped up on the icypole (popsicle) I just downed. Because I'm beat. And sugar helps. I know, crazy.

Cheers,
Lizzie