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Some of you know that I will occasionally go and help my mom do some display work at the gallery she co-owns with fifteen other artists (they really should total around 20-23 in the cooperative, but a few people just went to consignment status because of life problems). She is on the display committee, and as the shop opens at noon on Sundays, the display committee goes in around 9am to work on making the shop look fresh and new. Sometimes I go in to help. Especially when they have need of my cordless drill.
Today was one of those days, and I went in (had to fight my way through roughly eleventy billion walkers). Turns out, the Jimmy Fund was having their annual "walk the Boston marathon route" fund raiser. The shop is right on the route, so I had to dodge around the tide of people to get into the shop.
As I was there finishing up with the step ladder, a man came in with three children at about 11:30 - before the shop was officially open, but it was a nice day, so we had the door propped open. They came in for a birthday card. They waked out with three cards, a ceramic switchplate in the shape of a dog, a large bowl, a small vase, and a pair of earrings (I helped with the earrings). The two little boys were adorable, and loved the shop. They picked out the pottery that Dad bought. Charming children, although I was a little scared when the little boys refused to tie their shoes and wandered up and down the stirs trailing about twelve inches of dirty shoe lace behind them.
Then, a woman and her friends wandered in as they were waiting for husbands and kids, and bought a glass plate. Over two hundred dollars in sales before the shop was officially open!
As I told my mom's friend L as she was joking about my rates, my rate for display work at the gallery is lunch with my parents. If they continue to feed me, I'll continue to show up once or twice a month. My mom thought that was a good deal. L agreed.
My dad was playing golf, so he came home after we'd already eaten lunch. But he had a pretty good day out there anyway. And he turned on the Ryder Cup even before he made his sandwich. As a result I saw, by dint of being in the same space, the last few hours of the event. Is there anything more boring to watch on TV than golf? Although, I will say the festive atmosphere of the Ryder Cup is generally way better than the "golf claps" and muted "ooooh's" and "ahhhh's" of a regular tournament.
One of the farms that my brother and family shops at regularly burnt down yesterday. He called to commiserate with my mom while I was there. As he was, he was cooking the girls dinner (I guess K went out to shop, and left him with the kids). B was going to have a hot dog, and G would get a cheeseburger. *snicker* Being grilled by the vegetarian.
Today was one of those days, and I went in (had to fight my way through roughly eleventy billion walkers). Turns out, the Jimmy Fund was having their annual "walk the Boston marathon route" fund raiser. The shop is right on the route, so I had to dodge around the tide of people to get into the shop.
As I was there finishing up with the step ladder, a man came in with three children at about 11:30 - before the shop was officially open, but it was a nice day, so we had the door propped open. They came in for a birthday card. They waked out with three cards, a ceramic switchplate in the shape of a dog, a large bowl, a small vase, and a pair of earrings (I helped with the earrings). The two little boys were adorable, and loved the shop. They picked out the pottery that Dad bought. Charming children, although I was a little scared when the little boys refused to tie their shoes and wandered up and down the stirs trailing about twelve inches of dirty shoe lace behind them.
Then, a woman and her friends wandered in as they were waiting for husbands and kids, and bought a glass plate. Over two hundred dollars in sales before the shop was officially open!
As I told my mom's friend L as she was joking about my rates, my rate for display work at the gallery is lunch with my parents. If they continue to feed me, I'll continue to show up once or twice a month. My mom thought that was a good deal. L agreed.
My dad was playing golf, so he came home after we'd already eaten lunch. But he had a pretty good day out there anyway. And he turned on the Ryder Cup even before he made his sandwich. As a result I saw, by dint of being in the same space, the last few hours of the event. Is there anything more boring to watch on TV than golf? Although, I will say the festive atmosphere of the Ryder Cup is generally way better than the "golf claps" and muted "ooooh's" and "ahhhh's" of a regular tournament.
One of the farms that my brother and family shops at regularly burnt down yesterday. He called to commiserate with my mom while I was there. As he was, he was cooking the girls dinner (I guess K went out to shop, and left him with the kids). B was going to have a hot dog, and G would get a cheeseburger. *snicker* Being grilled by the vegetarian.
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