Almost Christmas

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I guess everything is telling me it's almost Christmas. Aside from Christmas cards going out and a few sent my way- haven't really been bitten by the holiday bug yet. I look back on my past Facebook posts and see that I was baking cupcakes for everyone last year. Where is that girl? 😂
She is awake at 2 am drinking coffee and preparing for a full day in the studio and running around shipping.
That's where she is.
Im experiencing some kind of end of year burn out and everything seems hard right now. Especially painting.
But it must be done ...so shake this doldrum I must.
More work seems to be on the radar and it is strengthening my resolve for my little business to succeed. Where work has dropped off from the usual sources-new sources are appearing so that works for me. I have to go where the work is. Freelancing means you're a constant nomad with no "home".
In all this constant hustling I must remember
I HAVE TWO SOLO SHOWS TO PAINT FOR! So little miss depression pants can trot right out the door!

Sold and collected by a dear friend and art collector!

I did make some sales this week which gets me an inch closer to my goal. I felt good enough about it that I went and got a $22 ham for my Christmas present to the family. I am gifting the meal and experience that day-which to me is Christmas. Time with family you don't see much and togetherness for a few hours. A few more items on the grocery list and our meal will be complete. Simple but lovely. (After garbanzo and rice as my primary diet I am ecstatic for ham and the ensuing split pea soup!)
My bread turned out as basic first timer sourdough would- I didn't put enough salt into it (which is great for my blood pressure!) and I lazed out on the egg glaze so they aren't photo worthy. Delicious, great texture but definitely needing butter or things put on it like a crostini should have. I give myself a B for first effort and will get fancy and flavorful on the next batch.
So that is a peek into my world- I'm in the kitchen when I should be in the studio...so that's where my butt is landing today. Rent money rent money...here I come!
Have a lovely rest of the week friends!

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