Monday, October 8, 2012
I like the way men's shirts fit and I buy 'em big. I like my clothes loose and comfy. Men's shirts are far better made than women's clothes are, they last a lifetime, they always come with extra buttons, the stitching never comes out, the colorways are more to my liking. I've built a wardrobe of men's shirts that have hardly cost me anything. This summer I got into wearing aloha shirts ~ I have a collection of nine, some silk, the rest rayon, I paid less than $1 on average for each of them, and each one has years of life left in it.
There's a saying that you keep repeating something until you finally learn the lesson ~ and I had my final repeat over the weekend of something that's taken me eons to learn. I created a sales event for myself at a friend's shop in downtown Eureka on Saturday, and just repeated what I'd really already learned -- my artwork hardly and rarely sells. It's too hard on me emotionally when it doesn't, and I've finally got that one deep in my gut.
The amount of internal grief I suffer isn't worth the very few bucks I make -- which, in this case, just about covered my gas into Eureka and a few prep supplies I bought beforehand. Lesson learned. This, too, is old stuff.