Which is a totally lame "arts" fair with bad painting and pottery. But unperturbed by received notions of what distinguishes high art from craft, Oliver enjoyed walking around, dancing, and shaking his straw. This hot pink straw is in fact the very first straw that Oliver has ever sipped from. It would have made an awesome toy had I not left it in the window of the Branch Gallery when we sat down to eat a frozen banana.
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