Behold the Tent

I feel like a real grown-up professonal craftsperson now.  Or maybe a circus freak.  Because we are now the proud owners of a big, white, Trimline tent.  It arrived Wednesday and we just couldn’t wait to set it up on the back deck.   Well, actually we could wait, preferably until after the outdoor temperature dipped below 70 and the mosquitos stopped swarming.   Like November.  But I’ll be needing a booth shot for future art fair applications before then, so as long as we’re making sure it all works…

It went up surprisingly easily.  Not something I want to attempt every weekend, but in under two hours, with additional time to screw the columns together.  But still, too much effort went into this to let it go unobserved by all but some bewildered squirrels and chipmunks.  So of course we had to throw a tent party the next night to christen it.  And this puppy’s so solid, the champagne bottle broke on the first try.  Just kidding.  St Louis Art Fair, here we come.

Mmmmm, still has that new tent smell…