On Sunday evening/early Monday morning, we wrapped our eleventh year of The Pygmalion Festival. I’m still at a loss for words for just how I feel about owning and running something that is now bigger than us. We birthed it and now it’s almost a teenager. So, I’ll leave what I wrote on the final evening of Pygmalion below.
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No kinder words have been said to me than on the final day of Pygmalion. As the friends we have made, both near and far, come to take in the festivities, I am reminded of how lucky I am/we are to have all of you and all of this in our lives. Sometimes, I feel like we can’t possibly be deserving of such love. And sometimes I feel as if I could just burst at the seams from all of the support. It is truly remarkable to make it to the last day of something so fantastically epic and dream-like. It feels like we are floating in space. Again, I don’t know how to thank everyone who has been there from Pygmalion year 1, day 1 to year 11, day 5. You all hold a special place in our hearts. The Made Fest has also brought such tremendous relationships to the table for me, too. I never thought I’d own and run my own handmade, curated art market. From our family to yours, eternally grateful for allowing us to do what we do, the Fein-Bursoni’s thank you.
