And before I forget. I have to brag and gush just a little bit. The whole Art Fair weekend was possible because my inlaws basically installed my whole booth.
First of all, I can't fit my big-ass American sized paintings in my car. So, Papa Jean-Marie (aka French Father-in-law) asked Maman Evelyne (aka French Mother-in-Law) to ask cousin Sara if they could borrow her minivan to haul my paintings.
Once the car situation was remedied the they drove 20 minutes to my house, loaded up the car with my paintings then drove them to the exhibition center and hauled them to my stall. I helped alot, but the in-laws went above and beyond the call of duty. Papa Jean marie spent 6 hours installing the artwork in my booth. Including one emergency trip to castorama for hardware supplies.
Maman Evelyne was on coffee and snack duty. Also, she stayed to work the booth with me. Every day of the Art Fair she arrived dressed to the nines holding a bag that contained my lunch: 2 different types of sandwiches, a boiled egg with extra pepper, half a cup of scooped honeydew melon, a thermos of hot coffee and 2 slices of cake. And twice she brought champagne and enough glasses for all of the neighboring artists.
So, the next time you hear me complain about my inlaws, kick me in the nuts and tell me to shut the f*ck up already.