Commissioned Work

A friend asked me to make a some thank you cards for veterans day based on the cards previously posted here. My first commission. She's given me permission to post these in the hopes that other people get the idea to thank the veterans in their lives or in their community.

This card is for her Uncle Art who served in WWII in the pacific. I was lucky to find this picture in an old encyclopedia year book.







This is for her other Uncle Art who served in Europe. He was an army pilot.














This is for her cousin who served in VietNam.









This is for someone she knows who is just back from Iraq. I have a cousin who recently returned and I think I will make him one of these too.

Two quick stories.

Confidence boosters This weekend I made $10 from my cards. I brought them to show other stampers and a stamping newbie was there and liked what she saw. She bought a small stack which really gave me a boost. I am going to be sending a box of cards and possibly some other stamped items to a craft boutique in Madison, WI. It's a pre-Christmas sale where people can buy homemade/handmade items. It's held in a private home that is opened up for the event. I was asked by my stamper friend, Dame Catty to send stuff and this sale has really shown me that my work is sellable.

Dame Catty sent a friend a link to "The Heaven Sent Fart" and the friend scrolled down and looked at the cards posted. Her comment to Dame Catty, "Holy Crap they're Beautifullllll." Another shot of confidence. Look out Madison.

Working Late Sometimes it is necessary for me to work late. This is no easy fete when you have a small child and no child care. I had to go get E from the daycare center and bring him back to work. It's dinner time after work/school so we went through the McDonald's drive-thru and grabbed a heart attack sack. He loves coming to work, it's an adventure and you get a Happy Meal what could be better?

This evening I was on the phone with the customer whose job was keeping me late and E was under the desk speaking into the running fan. It's a favorite thing to do — try it some time. He kept saying, "I am a robot," in the monotone reserved for mechanical things, like robots. Suddenly in as normal a voice as is possible when talking into a fan he said, "Aren't I a precious child." I nearly lost it. He is most definitely a precious child but I never expected to hear it come out of his mouth.