I’ve picked up the oil pastels again.
This one will be of the elusive cherry plucking striped warbler.
You know the kind I’m talking about. The ones with the blue breasts and yellow heads. You see them only at dusk after the children are in bed.
They don’t like children as they get to pick all of the cherries first.
It’s a bit of a cherry rivalry thing and you know how that goes.
Best they come out at bedtime really otherwise you never know how it will all end up.
I think I just need a bit of a jewelry break, although last night I admit to having a little moment trying not to buy all of the stones for sale on Etsy.
After a long struggle I managed to get away with buying only fifteen of them.
I didn’t want to buy them.
But they’re all so bootyful…
So I imagine that the painting intermission will be a short one.
Actually I could have retired completely from jewelry making after I nearly charged my first customer at the art fair $9,000 for a necklace and a pair of earrings, but I had to fess up as what would I have done with the hoard of gems I have lurking in the dark corners I stash them so that I don’t have to admit to being a hoarder who stashes gems in dark corners.
Out of sight just waiting for me to stumble across them and get all excited like.
Stumbling means I don’t have to feel guilty as I only find one at a time…
Actually, that’s a lie.
They’re lurking in plain sight.
I have them all in one place, organized onto cards into stone type ready to get out and gaze upon whenever I choose to ponder new designs.
But perhaps the dark corner lurking thing would be a more cunning ploy to prevent P from finding out the extent of my obsession.
By the way.
A note of warning.
If you use that Square thing on your phone to take credit cards at art fairs and the card doesn’t read first off and you have to keep swiping it, pay attention to where your thumb is on your phone so that you don’t inadvertently keep pressing the plus sign on the keyboard, again, and again, and again, until a simple $100 dollar charge ends up at $9,000.
This is not the best way to get repeat customers.
So I’m off now to the post office where, I won’t admit to you here, that another small parcel should be waiting for me with yet more little beauties ready to be stashed onto cards in orderly loveliness and placed in my special orderly loveliness stashing container.
Send help now…