08/24/2026
Sunday funday Pop Up Makers Market flew by and I composed ten posts about it in mind before, during, and after but stepped away from my phone and let my senses take over. The smell of the summer rain. The chalk marks on the wet cement that had to be measured out before we all came. The bustle of the vendors unloading and setting up. The sighs and the laughter and the camaraderie found as we did so. The first person at my booth, to the last person who walked by. A wag of a tail. Bags hanging on and treasures tucked under your arms. Friends walking together, family adventures. A solo person out to enjoy the day looks up, and smiles. I met your parents, marveled at how big your kids have grown, how the days have flown by, how the season is changing. I was delighted at every conversation that happened around my art as you used your own senses and intuition around it. What attracted you, what was a crowd favorite, what finally found a home, and what barely hit my table before it found you. It takes a lot of energy. It feeds my soul. I am using too many words to try to describe it. Thank you elSage Gift Shop for curating. coordinating, and cultivating this magic. Feeling grateful 💜
