Sunday, June 13, 2010
Picture this….the beautiful rolling hills of Somerset Ridge Vineyard. There, scattered across the Norton Vineyard and the French Vineyard were 30 artists….all prepared to spend the day in the sunshine, selling there paintings, pottery, sculptures, glass and furniture to the savvy and generous clientele of Somerset Ridge.
There were big umbrellas of every color shading the artists. Easels displaying landscapes, abstracts and florals! Tables laden with glass and iron, sculptures and wine barrel stave serving pieces and wine paraphernalia. We had artists that were as young as 12 and as old as me! …..And then it happened…..Where was Noah when we needed him!
After several hours of partying, it was time to survey the damage. I actually didn’t fare too badly. I lost 1 painting, 1 patio umbrella, 1 cell phone (they do not hold up well underwater), a little flesh from my hands and arms, and I am sure, some respect from my fellow artists. When I finally got to see myself in a mirror, I did indeed, resemble a big old drowned rat with mascara streaks down her cheeks! I was an absolute vision of loveliness!
I got over myself quickly, there was nothing I could do. My purse, that I had left wide open up by the post, was full of water. Not only was my cell phone submerged, but so was my makeup. I left everything as it was, and wandered about the winery, checking on how the other artists had come through the storm. There was a great amount of laughter, a few tears, and many startled expressions when they laid eyes on me.