Over night, the picture fairies came in and magically hung my paintings on the vacant wall. Where I had nothing to attach them to, the means of attachment appeared; and where dizzying heights would have dizzied me off the ladder, a sure-footed goat of a helper hung two paintings by barely visible fishing line. Some others had to sit this round out but they’re in a drawer nearby and, like the burglar’s mate, I can spring them any time.
I’ll most likely be there 11-2 on the 28th-30th and 4th-5th, with the very experienced Caroline and Andie picking up in the afternoons – their work is on the other walls.
If you spotted that absolutely beautiful clock in the first picture above – well that tells you what the room is like. The rest of Sakala? Full of parasols, wraps, skirts, tops, bits, bobs, and trinkets in the most vibrant colours you can imagine. I won’t get out of there without at least one thing I never knew I needed, and that will be every day!
