Saturday dawned beautifully, the tulips
were still glorious and after packing off my partner
and son to the children’s parade I spent a lovely
hour primping and fluffing.
I opened the door at 11 o’clock for business.
Now, I have to report a strange phenomena at my Open
House - there seems to be a correlation between Richard
Ray eating and hoards of people arriving. No sooner
had the poor man peeled back the Tupperware on his lunch
than ten people poured through the door, a pattern that
repeated itself every time he tried to eat. Still, it
keeps him svelte and makes him a good man to have around.
As the weekend progressed, so did our sales of tea,
cake and art – though not necessarily in that
order.
Ethan’s hand drawn cards all went, which has given
him grander ideas about making jigsaws. Heaven help
me!
I sold a painting to a lovely woman who is receiving
it as a wedding present from her mum.
All in all it was a good start.
As I type this, it’s Monday morning and I am completely
shattered - my knees ache from standing all weekend
and for the first time in ages I felt very disinclined
to get out of bed this morning. I’ve got to start
baking more cakes this afternoon and if I’m a
really, really good girl, tomorrow I can go back into
my studio and paint.
See, effortless and easy… I don’t think
so.
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