Labor Day

It's Labor Day - a holiday weekend that began with rain and gray skies, a really typical Labor Day occurrence in the Pacific Northwest.  That's how Bumbershoot, the music festival that we can no longer afford to attend, got its name.  Today the sun returned, with cooler temps and a lovely feel to the air.  The end of summer is here.

David and I went to see the gorgeous woodworking pieces at Woodpalooza, an annual show put on by the Whidbey Island Woodworkers Guild.  Beautiful tables, chairs, armoires and so much more, lovingly crafted and all for sale.  Ahh to have pockets that could afford to support the artists and bring some of these treasures home.

After drooling, we wandered over to Useless Bay Coffee Company, me for a latte and cookie, David for a sandwich.  Although Langley was packed, we saw ONE person we know.  The tourists are still in town.

We then split up, David off to play golf, me to come home and paint a bit before heading off to teach my regular Monday afternoon private calligraphy lesson.  It may be a holiday weekend, but when you are retired, sometimes the days blend into each other.

I decided to paint one of our comfy chairs today, in honor of Labor Day.