i don’t do walls…
can i tell you how great it was to pop in the Antique Marketplace yesterday! what a luxury!
i had one quick chore to do in my space…plus…admittedly i was a wee bit curious! i know. it’s only been a few days since i moved in, but i’ve been shouting it from the mountain tops! sure enough a couple of things sold! ahh, that’s a good feeling!
anyway, the manager of the mall (who was not there tuesday when i moved in) followed me to my space. and was extremely complimentary of the job i’d done! he kept wanting to know if i had a degree in interior design or was i a graphic artist. HUH?
no. not me. i have no education to brag about. i have no formal skills or training. i’m just ME doin’ MY thAng!
what i create in my space is a direct reflection of who i am. and what i love. it comes from my heart. that’s it!
so he says to me: hey we have these two walls (that join two rooms of the mall) and we’d love you to rent them! we want someone who’s good at merchandising and you’re great at that!
what? me? i don’t do walls…i mean, i’m great at covering them, but i completely stink at the next layer…what in the world would i do with two walls?
walls completely panic me. i never have the right things to hang on them. i’m always searching for something big that takes up a lot of space so i don’t have to think about it. i always leave my walls for last. procrastinating. and then i have to gingerly (right.) place my foot in the middle of ironstone and vignettes that were carefully placed and lean and stretch to get something…anything…hung on my walls.
i don’t do walls.
so what did i tell him? really? me? wow! okay! yeah, let me think about it. uh-huh. uh, but not before Marburger!
did i just commit to renting two walls? crap.
but as the day wore on i got more and more excited! I DON’T
DO WALLS. that’s right. and that’s exactly WHY i’m seriously considering doing these walls!
there go those marbles rollin’ around in my little blonde head!
man. i am so tempted…








































