Confessions

Forgive me readers, but I have not been doing the things I should...

My VAT return

Despite my good intentions, naturally this was left to the last moment to complete and file. Still, it was done before the closing date so I will not be required to hide from the threat of the tax man beating down my door. Funny how, in this age of equality, we still refer to tax officials as masculine. Must be a message in there somewhere!

The stall at the art market

Err, well I didn't book it. OK, OK, I know... How can I sell my wares if they aren't out there to sell? It is only £10 for a stall so it's no great loss if I don't sell much. However, the thing is that I always feel that if a job is worth doing, it's worth doing properly. My research leads me to believe that success at such an event will be as much down to presentation as the artwork itself and while I am steadily building a pile (in the corner of the lounge) of paintings, if I can't display them well... Well, you get what I'm saying.

Diane has given some wonderful advice recently on selling at craft markets, plus there is all I learnt from the Kelly Rae Flying Lessons course. I think I need to make an investment in display materials. Perhaps nice boyfriend might help me build something portable. Should I frame my pieces too? I mount most of them, but it's not quite the same as being able to buy a piece of art and take it straight home and hang it on the wall.

Practising what I preach

I committed a fashion crime. Yes, I went out "dressed like that". In my defence, wearing lycra cycling shorts while cycling surely is better than strolling around the supermarket in them. They are very expensive shorts too - padded for comfort. I haven't cycled for about two years so I was taking no chances! Boyfriend and son pretended I wasn't with them... Then, in a truly pot-calling-kettle-black moment I let my inner bitch loose last night on the fashion disasters at a charity ball I attended. (I was working there - in my new career at croupier! Well, actually, it was a one-off-helping-out-at-the-last-minute, but fun none the less!). Anyway, so there I was waiting for the crowds to drift away from the canapes and over to the casino tables. What was there to do but indulge in some serious people watching. I fear that neither Gok, nor Trinny & Susannah combined would have been able to cope with this many fashion faux-pas in one evening. I feel bad for having silent hysterics at the mis-matched dress sense of the denizens of my town, but clearly not guilty enough not to tell the world about it (just as well I didn't take my camera!).

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What a strange blog post this turned out to be. Am I forgiven?