Studio sale

There have been some subtle red-flag behaviors happening, and my internal warning system says it's time to ramp up my efforts to handle the household on one income, just in case. 

Also there is Zenny’s surgery coming up, I broke the dresser, and now the stove is on the fritz. 

There was an episode of Top Chef where they had to cook on stoves like mine, and they all cried. 

So it's time to get my shit together and sell some paintings. I'm putting together a studio sale this week, and if it works out alright, it will become a regular thing. (I redid my website and added a store.)

What I’ve got listed so far

I’m nervous nothing will sell. I’m nervous everything will sell and they’ll all want refunds when they see how much cat hair is in the varnish. Social media marketing is a nightmare. I'm just going to do it and pretend it's great and that cat hair adds artistic value.

More on that later.

Unrelated news: went for a walk with my mother after Sunday dinner at her house, and found another baby bird in the road. 

I made my usual joke about how I can’t take her anywhere without birds falling out of the sky onto her head, and on cue a cardinal shot out of a bush and went straight for her head. She ducked. I don’t know how they know.