Procrastination. Prespiration, and Presentation

> The room was lovely and crafters and artists were allowed to take whatever spots they wanted. Lighting and visibility were perfect for any of them. You backed onto windows which, in the evening with the reflection, showed you how big your butt is, or how many rolls you have, and how messy you may or may not have been behind the drapes of the table, total exposure. There were volunteers there to help if you needed someone to watch your table while you ran out for a minute. Parking was a dream.


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> I made business cards, forgot the holder. I made a little flyer, did not proof (last minute you know), and left out a crucial word. They did not get put on the table when I spotted that. I dressed very nice, wore make up, curled hair. Got there way too late, should have probably been there an hour earlier (was busy make business cards and bad flyers).

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> A few things I forgot....change, cash box, credit card machine, bags, guest book, receipt book. I did bring a piece that was almost finished and finished him in about 15 minutes. So, since I work mostly in scratchboard, I basically engaged customers by taking a poll as to whether he should have color added or not. (It's a singing kitten and would have colored eyes, nose and tongue). The border collie picture got a lot of discussion too. I did work my conversation skills on the very limited audience, yet an audience that was there specifically for pet portraits. I did not get names, addresses, promises of future work or commissions.

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> I berated myself all the way home, did the "get out of art conversation", "you should have been prepared conversation", but one thing I did not doubt, what I had there WAS beautiful work. I donated a t-shirt that I've never been able to sell and it was bought.

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> So, this morning, in the harsh light of day, I say to myself, did I enjoy myself...yes, was I prepared...no. But I have a two day show coming up next weekend...will this all be rectified...most of it, and will I have a better handle on things, you bet, I'm still smarting from this one.

Emma

Just a few more tweaks and she's done. It's been a long time since I blogged, life has been lobbing cannon balls at me. My little store is hanging in there and all I can say is I have a multitude of wonderful people that I can call friends, who show interest and support in what I do...more than I can say of family.

I recieved a personal invitation to participate in the Boomer Bash. It's a fund-raiser for medical expenses of the local shelter animals. It's quite the event. I've never been able to afford to attend. This time, I'm an invited artist.

Emma is the first of a bunch I'm going to make for the Bash and have available for sale. She's the neighbor's cat, quite a looker and very communicative. I also have prints available. She's an 8x10 and the only things colored are her eyes and nose. Everything else is pure scratchboard.

Karen