June was a rather great month and I'm sorry to see it go.
July didn't start off too bad; I bought this red cape from the Brisbane Suitcase Rummage, and I love it. I wore it on the way home and it was delicious.
I also won a copy of Jane Webster's French Ties, which was absolutely thrilling, since I'd been eyeing the book up in Collins' but was unwilling to pay the $59 they wanted for it. It is a beautiful book, though I was a little hum-ho about the way that Ms. Webster writes about her French home. It is a beautiful château, and Lord knows I would be an arrogant wanker if I ever owned one (Lord knows I would be an arrogant wanker if I ever lived in France full stop), but reading about it is different from living it, and it makes me hum, especially since was meant to be a recipe book, but there you have it. I still love it, and I'm so pleased I won it.
I went ice-skating, too, the same weekend of the rummage. That was fun, even though most of the time (all of the time) I kept carefully to the wall. And then fell on my big butt, but there you have it, I wouldn't have changed it. I wish we had the weather to enjoy ice-skating here every winter.
Since the last suitcase market I did, I've been really wanting to do another public gig; there was a "I Made It" Market at a local school (thing), but they were long out of spaces before I'd even heard of it, and what a pity! The smallness is a comfort, I think, but at any rate, I bit the bullet and applied for a space in the suitcase rummage down in Brisbane.
They've been doing these things regularly, and even though it was like, $25 a spot, I wanted to do it. Though when I went last Sunday to scope it, I felt a bit nervous - most of the crowd (both sellers and shoppers) are trendy, into fashion and cheap vintage clothes. I do not want to be that odd one out who sits there, bored out of her mind, but at the same time I really want to give it a try. Since the crowd is generally younger (or would that be older?) than my target audience, I'm thinking I might take alone some of my older girls for sale; do something pretty, whimsical, and just see how that goes. I have a friend that wants me to paint vampires which I never did because I'm not sure how you can reconcile vampires with nursery art, but I might for this suitcase sale. Or at least one picture where someone's kissing, I love pictures where people kiss, maybe someone else will love it too.
I'm thinking, take maybe two copies of each print; one large, one small. I'm not sure, I don't want to overestimate, but at the same time, who knows what could happen? I know what my most popular pictures are... we'll see.
The other thing is, I sort of didn't want to do this one only because it's the day after someone very special to me's birthday, and it seems like a drag to have him come along and spend an afternoon in the city, sitting by a suitcase where the poor bloke can't smoke, or swear, or... do anything, hahaha! But he is sweet, and says he's happy too, so while I'm still a little unhappy about making him do that on his birthday weekend, maybe we can do something to make up for it? He's a 4x4ing kind of guy, so hopefully we can do that on the Saturday, and on Sunday I'll just pack him a nice lunch of iced tea, sandwiches and chocolate biscuits. :P Maybe get him a colouring book too, hahahahahahaha. (Get me one as well, by the looks of it. I don't want to sit there with a nasty bored look on my face like I've seen on some vendors!)
It's in August, but I've been working on some new art already. I also need to get some packaging supplies and my bloody I.D., which I have retardedly LOST. I have about 12 prints already; I'm working on another two now, and want a least two more kid-themed ones. I have a sketch for a more grown-up one, and hopefully I can crank out that kissing one I want before the end of the month.
There is another project I'm working on, which is making me worry... if I finish it it'll be one hell of an accomplishment for myself, but if not... well.
Lately I've been really slack. I've stopped working out, first because I was away from my machine, then because I got sick, and now it's just... there's no excuse. I've been eating well-ish, but without that sweat on the machine it's useless. I can't remember my motivation for getting on it in the first place any more. Being fat is not enough, it's gotten too comfortable again.
The flat-screen is broken, too, which is so frustrating. 52" inches, gone. The screen inside is like a spiderweb. It is such a first-world problem, but we'd be scratching to buy a 42" inch, and since dad's retired the TV has been his best friend. I'm wondering if we can get it fixed; I hope we can get it fixed. It was such a beautiful TV.
Blah, July. Prove to me that you're not just gonna kick my ass.
