I was going through some photos in Lightroom and I realized that I never followed up with how that Mather Golf Course Second Saturday event went… probably because not much came of it. The morning was cold and windy, there wasn’t much foot traffic besides the other vendors, and I only sold one print- a framed 5×7 I pulled off my office wall to use as an example piece on the table. Speaking of my table, here’s how it turned out:and here is a shot with my fancy new canvas print rack full of all the prints I made. Pretty slick eh? Well, I’ll be ready if I ever decide to do that again. In the meantime, I’ve got a lot of prints for sale. Call me!Moving on…Did you hear that little birdie* announce that I’ve started painting again? It’s true. 2 weekends ago I finally started a new canvas. It has been around 2 years since I’ve painted! And I know you are going to jump to the easy assumption that I blame the baby**, but I don’t. That was all Chris’s fault!** ok ok it wasn’t really Chris’s fault. The painting muse was on an extented vacation, but…
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Progress. It’s what’s for dinner.
or Progress. The other white meat. I couldn’t decide.I hate having to push the picture of Erin-in-the-hood down the page, but life moves on. And so does this blog. Albeit at a much slower pace. But hey! Tomorrow is that thing. The Second Saturday Event at Mather Golf Course that has been ruining my life for the past month and a half. Besides adding the rest of the price tags to the prints, finding my folding chair in the garage, withdrawing cash from the bank for change (which I better well need!), and packing the rest of my stuff – I am done. I think.I talked to Sharon yesterday afternoon. Told her that at this point in time, I no longer feel the need to cause her physical pain. Although, Chris might, when he goes to balance the checkbook and sees how much money I have spent on this affair! And then I told her that while I was not necessarily looking forward to Saturday, I wasn’t dreading it either. Yup, that’s as much as I was willing to give her. She who finagled-tricked-hoodwinked me into this gig. And she’s already talking about next month! Um, lets wait and see…