Skip to main content

Reinvention, or Not?

I spent an inordinate amount of time Wednesday looking back through pictures from the past four years. So much time, in fact, that when I looked at my watch it read 2:45 in the afternoon! I NEVER skip meals, but never say never, huh?

I found this one that I really loved, taken years ago at the market.
 The light and the adorable girls makes me smile every time I see it.

Why exactly was I looking? Well, Winter Park is looming and I need to order at least 10 large canvases for the walls. Always a big struggle for me. Most people who come by my booth cannot imagine the struggle I go through! I decided to fall back on a technique I've used before--having small prints made at Target to set out and see what grabs me.
Astute readers will note the material in the upper right. Still not done with that dress....

Angela called and I invited her over for her opinion. She chose four. Bruce took a look this morning and chose five completely different ones. So, where does that leave me? One thing Bruce told me was that I need not feel like I must reinvent myself for every show.

That is quite the dilemma for me. For one thing, I get bored selling "Beach Daisies" time and again. As well, I have quite a few repeat customers and it seems to me that they are looking for something new. The whole thing just stops me in my tracks.

While looking I came across this photo of our very first show in Baldwin Park:
This was a few months after meeting Mr. Roger. Notice we are showing only one canvas, displayed hanging on the right side of the photograph. My goodness my tent looked nice and clean, unlike these days. I must consider investing in my infrastructure! The funny thing about that canvas is that the person who bought it was the woman who initially denied me access to the market I've now called my Sunday home for the last four years!

My bridge time yesterday was both fun and painful, with me losing multiple hands! Good thing I'm not very competitive. The ladies were kind enough to not give me a hard time.

Today was spent signing prints, doing laundry and mowing the lawn. All is done. Tonight, after having our supper we plan a Friday Night Lights marathon. Monday night we finished the final episode of the third series which left us hanging! Bruce told me to head out on Tuesday to get the next series, however, I used my Amazon Prime to have it shipped in only two days. While weeding last evening, the UPS guy pulled up and I thanked him. If you've not seen Friday Night Lights you are really, really missing a good show. Time to eat dinner.....
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Garment Sewing Continues

A headline I read online, from one of the local news outlets, caught my attention: "2017 Homicides in Vancouver on the Rise", or something to that effect. Thinking it might be worth reading, I checked it out learning that there have been 17 homicides here in 2017. No wonder a local homicide gets plenty of attention! Contrast that to the 84 so far this year in Orlando, and you'll get a notion why I feel so safe here.

For the record, there are still beautiful leaves to be seen, they have not all fallen, but lots of them sure have. The Japanese Maple trees are outstanding with such intense color it is hard to imagine.
The park workers, on the other hand, are working mighty hard to keep the lawns mostly leaf free.
In spite of the dire weather prediction for the week, we've had no rain until today, and what we are having is very minimal; good news for me as I'm taking Baxter to the vet in about 45 minutes. I'm not wishing it to be true, however, there must be some…

Winter is Coming

Early on in this adventure, I expressed my apprehension to Irene about what it would be like in the winter. Not surprising, having never been through winter as an adult because surely what we have in Orlando is clearly not what people think of when they think of winter. She assured me that it comes on gradually, so I would have time to get used to it. She did not, however, tell me that winter oftentimes, at least in the Pacific Northwest, means fog. How exciting then to experience such dense fog, even if it was kind of spooky and weird. When one gets to be a certain age, having new experiences is just the ticket to keep one on their toes.  I decided I would be remiss if I did not show you one of the most famous sights in Stanley Park, the totem poles, in this instance, shrouded in fog.
The plaque below explains some of their meaning, however, I am somewhat surprised that they have not changed this because using the term Indian is no longer acceptable in Canada. Either Indigenous or Ab…

Oh Baxter, Our Baxter

Just when we thought things could not get any harder with Baxter, they have.
We've managed to live with the wetting inside the house using the trusty "elder dog wrap", or that's what Bruce calls it anyway. Now however, he's begun defecating in the house and it is not good. During Matt and Tom's visit, one day we were gone for a long time, so although we'd hoped he'd wait until we returned, he didn't. That we could understand, however, for several weeks now, when we take him outdoors he goes a smidgen, then, when we are gone, he goes a lot inside, more particularly on the nice big rugs that don't belong to us. Now what?

Well, next we decided to shut him in the bedroom where his bed is located, and that is why I went looking for an additional water bowl so he'd have one handy. At least, in there, the floors are wood. One day, I left without shutting the door and you can guess what happened. It gets worse. He looks so spiffy in the photo abov…