plywood

A plywood portrait, eight feet tall, from the parking lot at The Icehouse. Seriously funky.

How does this relate to me? It doesn't really. Except, we're building
our own funky wall for our quilt market booth today. If the concept
works, it's going to be really cool. I'm dying to tell you the
punchline. But you won't get the punchline without seeing the wall
first—so, back to building we go.

We're doing a test run here, then re-framing the walls up in Portland from scratch.

I don't enjoy being vague—but what's a girl gonna do? I promise to
tell all very soon. Depending on our execution, the booth will be either
pretty or funny—or perhaps both.