and wandered into Beadwildered Women 
-- a vintage beadand button store with two extraordinarily helpful owner-operators and the as-implied bewildering but very seductive array of cool stuff (alas, no website). I spent too much money, but got this neat pewter medallion that I think is going to find its way into a Moby Dick panel. It made me think of Queequeg. I also picked up some amoeboid doo-dads that I'm not sure I have a use for, but that I fell for in a big way. (and which seemed to inspire the person who was helping me to ask: Are you an artist? And I just said: Yes. And was not cleft in two by lightning.) As soon as my camera battery charges up again, I'll spill out everything and post a shot.
Happy trails, y'all.
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Yep, you won and spent more than me at Bewildered.
Of course the fact that I have boxes, drawers, bags and other assorted holding devices overflowing with had-to-have baubles would count for something in a real contest!
Love that fish...might need to do that in cloth...
Great, another store I have to find and buy stuff in...
That sidewalk photo looks like a fish!!
And, you are an artist, congrats on owning up to it.
jane
baby steps, my friends, baby steps.
"Are you an artist? And I just said: Yes. And was not cleft in two by lightning" Too funny!
If there was some paranormal force of art labelling police, I would have surely felt their wrath years ago. I started calling myself an artist way before I earned it, simple for a lack of any other labels (and it sounded better than "unemployed bum" at the time).
I have just been taken to task by an artist friend for saying"hobby artist." This, apparently, denegrates oneself to the level of women's institute afternoon daubers.
What damage we can do with creless words!
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