A fellow artiste friend called me today--she's worked in a lot of galleries, gift shops, that sort of thing, and mentioned a very important thing I hadn't even considered. Most of the folks coming through this way are on vacation (check). They'll pay by credit card (again, check). They'll want the paintings shipped to them. All righty, then, that means 3 things to me. I'll need to standardize my canvas sizes when I'm able (there are standard sizes though I generally design something somewhat wonky to fit my image rather than the other way around), have crating materials at hand, and get an account with our man in brown. All righty, then. Add it to the long and growing list. And sweet talk my husband into being the "go-to guy" for crating. He's got that swell workshop practically set up and he likes this sort of thing anyhow. Besides, ALL the retail and deal with the clientele is on me.

I picked up a pair of black mocassins with shiny silver buttons down in Santa Fe today. Yes, it's a business expense. You can't wear fringy jackets and southwesty skirts with stinky athletic shoes for heaven's sake. Or Doc Martin's even. I mean, really. We're in the image business here. I still think I need something with or of turquoise. 

Now for the weather. What a downpour today! Not even like a monsoon, here and off again. This was all day! Halfway through my journey parts of the rubber started ripping off. Like wiper blades with tails.