So the Grand Bazaar was pretty much amazing! I loves me craft shows.
It was fun and goodtimes abounds. I walked into the studio, it smelled of mulled cider, leather and cigarette smoke . . . it was the musk of hipsters. There was a small jazz band set up in the corner, rocking out that far out sound. I always regret hearing a good local band and then proceeding to be such a dink that I forget to ask their name. This was one of those times and I am friggin idiot! Even better than the sound was the visual art greatness that overwhelmed the space. Purses, buttons and photography, oh my!! I was in crafty heaven and now I'm off to enjoy all my new things of wonder and joy.
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