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Crafty Weekend


Once it cools off a little down here the outside activities pick up.  In one three week period there were no less than three art festivals we attended.  People pay to put up their tents and sell their stuff.  It comes at a good time since Christmas is near.  The first one, in St. Pete, is pretty big and encompasses about three blocks along Central Avenue.  Lots of different stuff, all homemade, with prices for everyone.    









Naturally the stores are open, too and we slipped into one of the best.  It's called Florida CraftArt and it had this be-baubled sleigh encased in plexiglass and was for sale.  A little gaudy, isn't everything down here?   



But you'll have to get out your Visa or Mastercard because this baby is expensive.




This guy looked like a little Keebler elf with his weird artsy-douche-covenish hat.  He looked the type to sacrifice cats in the forest.  On the other hand, this place (and I'm talking the CITY) gives everyone the freedom to express themselves.  I could never wear anything like that amongst an army of people I didn't know - Midwest and personal upbringing, I suppose.  But let's face it - in the city people can wear, do and express themselves any way they want and its just another eccentric kook.  



The next 4 pictures are from the art festival in Dunedin.   The pic above is a poodle that had its nails painted.  In fact there were about 4 of them and all their nails were painted.  Who has the time?  Who would think its cool?  Why, oh why?  A poodle owner, of course. 





They even had this person walking around with this contraption hooked to them doing some advertising.  Now I could probably get a job like that.  





And finally, in front of a bar in Dunedin was this sidewalk chalkboard.  

 The third one we attended was in Tarpon Springs.  By the way, Kenze and the Kids went on two of these three adventures.  We have come up with a way to corral the kids and make it a little better experience:  we have a wagon the toss the kids in.  Beats carrying them and having to worry where they run off to. Of course, I'm the mule that drags the wagon, so there's that, too.   


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