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Chic Galleria did an interview earlier this month. Check it out:
Cash problem solved
|So I have been thinking to myself, "How the heck am I going to spend this overflow of cash that I have?" All this cash has been plaguing me and I simply have more money than I know what to do with. Than BAM, it hits me! Have husband go on strike! Lose all medical benefits, and major source of reliable income. And then I have the best idea in the entire world! Create national economic crisis!! Problem with TOO much money solved. Am brilliant. |
So now that we have that little money issue out of the way, what else has been hurting my little brain? Lack of sleep? No. Been there done that. Been complaining about THAT for years. Overhaul of website? Nope. Have already been through that and am doing it again as self-punishment for having too much cash. (Oooh! Speaking of which, check out how the NEW website is headed here: www.shano-studio.com)
So I guess that just leaves the most obvious and major problem which is my addiction to Facebook. Ya'll, I had no idea that Facebook was NOT Myspace. My ignorance was blissful. I simply didn't know any better. It's like going from BonBons to crack. Yeah. It's THAT good. While admittedly, I have never actually done crack, I'm assuming it's fantastic stuff. Just look at how Amy Winehouse and Whitney Houston turned out. If only somebody had pointed them in the direction of Facebook, I'm sure they'd have a WHOLE different outlook on life. But then I happen to to find batshit crazy women very entertaining. An intervention from me won't be coming any time soon.
Speaking of which, my Facebook time is going to be UBER limited. I am cracking down (cracking down! Funny me!) on time spent on FB and concentrating on new fabulous website so people can merrily spend their Holiday shopping on my website. Life is grand and I have it all figured out.
Look at what crack makes you do to your hair. Facebook claims no craziness on outer portions of head.
You know, they just don't make pointy metallic hair dangle pretties for the forehead like they used to. This makes me sad.
|I am in the midst of doing a complete website overhaul. First, I would like to announce that I have more payment options which according to some of you makes you as giddy as a schoolgirl - even the dudes. The only "thing" is that in 8 years of painting, I have one heckava portfolio and what stays and what goes is going to be hard. It seems that the top sellers have been the top sellers for almost that many years. They bore me. I'm sick of them. They were done a lifetime ago and I'm wishing them a restful peace in Internet Heaven because I know they will never go away and some brainiac will find them and say, "Oh, where did such and such go? Because I cannot continue on without that piece!" Only they won't have the title of the work. Only a description and I will have 50 matches and we will have lively on-going corespondence for weeks upon weeks. Oh yes. I look forward to those conversations now. |
I only wish I could be like DVF and say, "You want more silk jersey wrap dresses? I'll give you some more M'effin' silk wrap jersey dresses!" Although I'm pretty sure that Diane probably never referred to her fab dresses as M' effin', but I can only imagine that she was mighty preoccupied in learning the techniques of 1980's pancake makeup, shoulder pads, and etiquette lessons from Coco Chanel, all the while rolling around in massive piles of cash to give a rat's ass regarding ONE more pattern of silk jersey wrap dresses.
And to the point. I am so not rolling in dough. Not even applying pancake makeup (as of 10/02/2008). However, how many "Multitaskers" and "Warmbloods" can I do before ya'll say STOP IT NOW?! I might just become the Thomas Kincaid of "diva" art where I have other people tweaking my existing art and signing it under my direction and name. Now WTF didn't I think of that first?
Oh yeah. Control freak thing. I paint my own paintings.
So bare with me. My blog and facebook is kept most recent, but yeah. Not always so punctual. Let me count the ways I suck. Better yet, do it for me. Extra credit for mispelled words or improper grammar. It's late and Diane and I are going to work on pancake make up techniques. Mainly blue eyeshadow.