So

I’m feeling excited.

We had the art fair on Saturday. It was a brilliant day. The weather was great. A bit hot but nothing like usual. Loads of people came out, and a few came back to see me which was kind of nice.

I made $2,000 which is the best I’ve made yet.

And that’s with the afternoon being really slow with no sales after 4 pm I’d say.

I’ve just added up what I’ve sold since my last donation to Care, and that’s another $1,300,

Sooooooo

I can send off $3,000!

I can hardly stand it

:)

This time I was selling for Save the Children and the Ebola Orphans.

E was helping me and said I couldn’t tell anyone that though because the Ebola word is not nice.

Personally I think people need to know these things and it’s important to me, but for E’s sake I didn’t really go there on Saturday but every so often couldn’t help mentioning it.

Sorry E.

My booth looked better than normal. I’d fitted the cloth and put all of the jewelry in boxes. I actually think this helped with selling it. Everything looked cleaner and easier to take in. Usually it’s a bit all over the place.

E took a photo.

It was really nice to see a noticeable difference as the table started to clear.

So that’s my news.

This week I’ve the dentist, the doctors, and all that good stuff, but I think I’m going to have a good sort out and get myself organized.

Or

Maybe I’ll read a book.

:)

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So where were we.

Oh yes.

Hamlet.

Which brings me to the Tate Gallery in London, and

Ophelia.

John Everett Millais

When I was home a couple of years ago I went to the Tate Britain specifically to see her.

She lives there and the one time I get to visit,

she’s on loan!

Geez

I remember when, more years ago than I care to admit, getting lost in awe as I stood in front of this painting.

But I remember it being ginormous, and really it isn’t.

It seemed to fill up the whole wall and I just stood there enthralled.

I really, really wanted to see her again.

:(

In my opinion this is an example of one of those paintings that doesn’t grab you in books but completely wows you when you see it in real life.

I never expected to like it.

I do love the Pre-Raphaelites however.

Here’s The Lady of Shallot.

John William Waterhouse

Beautiful.

Here’s

Isabella and the Pot of Basil.

William Holman Hunt

I love it that she’s got her lover’s head in that pot.

And this one is St. Eulailia.

John William Waterhouse

which again I would never have thought I would like, but which completely blew me away.

It almost made up for Ophelia.

I really didn’t want to like it, but I kept having to walk back over to it.

The perspective was stunning.

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I’ve slowly but surely been getting back into the studio, which is a relief because I was beginning to think we would never make up.

It really does take me a long while to get back into the swing of things after a family visit.

I’ve been putting more and more things up on Etsy, and one woman bought over five hundred dollars worth of jewelry from me.

That was incredible. I hope she likes it all when she gets it.

So I’ve only about $400 to go before the big $20,000.

I’m almost impressed with myself.

;)

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The Lady of Shalott

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale-yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse –
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance –
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right –
The leaves upon her falling light –
Thro’ the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken’d wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot;
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
A corse between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross’d themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Thank You

I had a little run of sales just before Christmas.

And was able to send $1,000 to Care.

That makes my total to date

$13,500

Onwards and Upwards people

:)

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It’s going to be a good day …

I’m gradually putting some new things up on Etsy.

I always balk at doing this as it seems to take so long to list everything, but the stuff is beginning to pile up and it’s all getting a bit overwhelming now.

I’m still working on my own website but, again, it’s taking its own sweet time because all this photographing and describing rigmarole simply isn’t as fun as making the stuff.

But look at it.

Who wouldn’t want a little piece of these lovelies :)

AND

This time I’ve decided to send my money – here

It’s a little off from my usual choice, but a girl can change her mind, no?

Watch the videos – here, and – here.

So the next $1000 I make is going to India. I’ve already made $400 of it so not much further to go.

Hell, I might even send it now and just wait for the money to catch up :)

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P.S. Studio still in a mess. Please send help!

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Happy Tuesday everyone!

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