Bessie and I went to the Miniature Show yesterday...
It wasn't as large as I hoped (yeah, you know what I mean). There were a couple of old tin 40s or 50s dollhouses with their corresponding plastic furniture. There were a couple of 12 scale houses that weren't even finished...they weren't trimmed out, floors weren't finished, etc...and they were stuffed with store bought furniture and accessories..one of the house's exterior wasn't even painted yet. There were roomboxes that were kind of neat, but were filled with, again, store bought stuff...makes it cheap and plasticy looking. I was telling Matt about it and he said, "ah...assemblers versus artists"...which is an apt description.
Then, there was this guy...wish I'd got his name...who is a true miniature artist. He had a couple of roomboxes, a couple of exterior fronts, and some miniatures. His work is so detailed and perfect, it's breathtaking. He was there with his pieces too, while nobody else was...he chatted with us for a few minutes. Seeing his work made it worth the trip...I wish I'd remembered to take my camera.
After we left the show we went to buy plants and took them home to our respective gardens. I got the vegetables put in, then tackled the back flower garden. I pulled all the plants out...the top six inches of ground was all hard with matted tangles of roots and old mulch...no wonder nothing was doing well back there. Matt tilled it for me, now I have to put all the plants back. Though...as long as I've got that one torn apart, I think I'll tear apart the other two beds in the back yard so I can rearrange all three....I'll make Kate help me.
The lilacs are in bloom on the other side of the yard...their scent keeps wafting by as I work...how lovely.