A banner. And it’s really big and in your face and a bit scary.
4′ x 2.5′ scary to be exact.
It’s for my booth at the art festival.
It going to scream, lookee, here I am, and then I’m going to have to talk to people and try to sell my jewelry to them, and that’s why it’s going to be scary.
I’m not good at that bit.
But, as I grow up, and, as in prezbillyjeff’s words to Stephen Colbert, I’d be a slug not to, I am determined to realize goal #2 in my effort to make another $10,000 for charity. So it has to be done people. The fear stops here (maybe).
It’s not going to be an easy feat considering I am the original super-chicken.
Yes, you might well have been wondering why I named my studio Cold Feet. It’s just a more tasteful way of saying chicken sh#t.
Actually it’s served me well. People remember my name, and, if you’re not super-chicken, that’s a good thing, right?
Next up I think I will make me a super-chicken t-shirt. Then I’ll be the whole package.
I’ll get back to you on that one.
Wouldn’t you know there’s already a super-chicken.
Only I think he has the wrong idea about the whole being a chicken thing.
Oh well. Back to the drawing board.
Get your own banner – here, you know you want one. And it’s only $20. How’s that for making an art festival possibly the most uncomfortable attention seeking experience you’ll ever have.
My stomach’s hurting already.