Nostalgia for the good old days

I have been sifting through tons of papers, old photos and documents because in three weeks we are moving to Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. Things sure get slowed down a lot when I have to pause to stare at the photos I come across. I keep finding photos of craft shows that I have done which gets me longing for the good old day when I did several shows a year and met many wonderful customers and fellow artisans and had my beautiful booth made by my extremely talented woodworker husband.
Tony made this booth for me in our courting days. It was like a little hat store complete with hat stands, mirrors, shelving and moldings. As he was building he would explain that his goal was to create a booth that I would be able to set up and break down with ease. Well, he later went on to describe the booth as a complete failure. It was heavy, awkward and required many tools. Tony had to accompany me to every show. The resentment was intense. He would be the sweetest most devoted husband for days on end and then the day before a show he would turn into the most unrecognizable ogre. Eventually, we had a burning of the booth ceremony to save our marriage. When I do shows now I have a seriously scaled down set up which is simple and sweet, but it’s not the beautiful little shop that Tony made for me. I do still have Tony, though, so the trade off was worth it.