Since no one wants to read my other post for today (I know, I know. With a decided lack of sparkly vampires it just isn't worth it. I invested in a palette of glitter and placed an order with Egypt. Expect a sparking mummy tomorrow) I'll just summarize that I've been working a little crazily on a painting to get done for today.
I ask myself that question every morning. I mean, after taking a month and half from anything Etsy related I realized that I have to jump feet first back into promoting my shop (which is my nice way of saying no one's ordered any dresses in a while so my schedule is wide open and I'm getting restless). So I ordered a showcase for today on the front page.
While I have lots of paintings that really need a good home I wanted to have a new piece for this showcase. Leading to hours of me covered in blue and black paint while my husband fought off the weed demons with a little trowel.
Looks a little familiar right?It was just a reimagining as it were of the larger painting I put over our fireplace only this time with one tree and a bit smaller.
Amazingly I did manage to whip it all together in two days (while also finishing the coasters, it was tree mania day, with free bark dogs for the kids), took some pictures and got the Etsy post up and ready to go for today's feature.
And then something very unexpected happened.
On a lark I posted a link to the sucker on Facebook as well, thinking I could have another excuse to be a smart ass (got to grab all those opportunities by the horn while you can). Then I headed off with my husband to take a walk around the neighborhood.
When I got back, I had a little surprise in my inbox. In the hour or so that the painting was up, it was purchased.
This is where I pretend that it was bought by a long lost twin of mine and we're going to meet up in Europe and have coffee while we trade stories of how exciting our life is, but that only happens in soap operas and plot hole plagued novels. Especially if a wicked step mother and a dog with orange eyebrows is involved.
Nope, instead it was snatched up before having a chance to breathe by one Valerie of Life as Wife. WHY? WHY AM I ONLY ABLE TO SELL PAINTINGS TO PEOPLE I KNOW? YOU'RE ALL HUMORING ME AREN'T YOU? PRETENDING YOU LIKE STUFF WHEN YOU DON'T! I'M ON TO YOU AND YOUR EVIL PLOTS TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
Sorry about that, the plot hole novel snuck in again. I'm surprised how quickly it sold (one hour is by far a record, previously held at 3 months and 15 days). I was always under the impression that it's just crazy me who likes trees and lots of blue stuff.
Does anyone else like my crazy tree paintings enough to where you could see yourself or someone else buying them? If so please say so, so then I can start making more. I like doing them and I have some neat ideas for background colors and textures, I just didn't want paintings to start piling up if no one was interested.
To sum up. Do you like my trees? Check Yes or No.
Now to go cover the mummy in elmer's and roll him in the glitter. Sparkles.