Earlier this week it dawned on me that perhaps handing out my actual jobby-job’s business card would be weird as hell at Art in the Park. Why this hadn’t occurred to me sooner is beyond me. Actually, I wasn’t planning on having anything available. I was just going to show up and smile.
I think I will seem more like a seller of things with a business card. So this morning I put together a simple little card for myself to hand out to our tent patrons.
And this is it...
Ta-Da! (Everything seems like a bigger deal when it’s presented with a Ta-Da) In case you don’t get it the bee is cuz my last name starts with a “B” and I fancy myself pretty clever. Also, it does include my phone and email but i removed that for blogging purposes.
I am a nervous nelly. It’s tomorrow for crying out loud! I am still not sure how I’m going to hang my canvases on the wire thingys being provided by Becky or how I’m going to make them stand. And you know, all sorts of things are putting me into a panic. My prone to panic nature is at ludicrous speed.