…but not more than the internet, apparently. This should never have taken me 45 minutes to get these pictures in here and STILL cannot get the picture to rotate. But alas, I also had help from a 13 month old with pineapple juice fingers and a flatulence problem.
I love creativity. Ever since I was a child I had a certain propensity for the arts. I loved to draw, write, and just use that other part of my brain. I had imaginary friends. According to my mother I was somewhat of a handful because of my inability to follow conventional norms and rules- it was not that I wanted to rebel, I just felt there was a better and nore fulfulling means to an end. I refused to wear a shirt outside because my Dad didn’t have to wear a shirt when working in the yard, I stuffed my shoes wth maxi pads because I wanted to have Dr. Scholl’s comfort (keep in mind these were early 1980s manxi pads which undoubtedly could have doubled for phone books), and the topper was when my Grandfather died when I was in the first grade I drew a picture of him in heaven and my Grandma on earth with her new boyfriend– my Dad’s single friend Greg– I thought I hit the jackpot with this combo- who would have guessed I would be the first Polish yenta. (She is 96 years old and still single, btw). Basically my whole life I have been running away from math and figured with a little panache I could avoid it completely.
The arts are not that much different than social work. You can put your blood, sweat and tears into your vocation and society feels you took a vow of poverty. When you feel passionate about something it seems you should be giving away your wares. I have yet to understand this- but this is why I also suck at business. I give things away far too often. I think this is because my mother always gave things away to people and I inherited this generosity. I don’t know if it is some odd way of paying it forward or just appreciating all the generosity of others I have experienced all my life. I see on facebook people offering to sell things all the time. I feel weird making money off of people. AGAIN. I suck at business. Please do not take this as I am not an asshole. I really am; but if I was a man I would be considered one hell of a mover and shaker.
Not being able to bear my own child from my loins, if I have loins, I am too tired to google this- I guess we never learned this term in school- needless to say it has turned me into a hustler. I work a second job when I can fit it in my schedule. I can only spend so many hours away from my family. I essentially have two children. I decided to embrace my creative drive and be able to spend more time with Gianluca by making items at home. Since the insurance is no longer an option for our carrier, Stephanie, I have to stock a nice pile of dough.
I love to make wreaths. Below are some of the wreaths that I have made to sell. The profit margin is quite slim- if you have ever been to Michael’s you will see they have wreaths for sale and these are more than half the cost, if not more. These are the only pieces I have. I am in the process of creating paintings as well as other baubles and as soon as these are done I will post them as well.
This keeps me from stripping and getting arrested. The first patron that makes me mad will end up getting beaten with my shoe. Well, that and the eleven screws in my leg keeps me from it. Oh, and my body. Other than that, it is a contender for paying my baby momma in all singles.
Please also do not forget I am selling Grace Adele handbags and accessories— scantamburlo.graceadele.us for your online orders.
Please do not hesitate to contact me if you should happen to have any questions.