We had a little yard sale this weekend. I never tell anyone I know for fear they would show up and find something they gave me with a 50 cent sticker on it. I just can't keep track of who gave me what and when, it will only get worse.The best part was spending time with my daughter on a project that interested her, earning money to spend at an Anime Convention. Anyway I had a stack of paint -by -numbers for sale and people kept asking me if I had done them, which I found horrifying and hysterical funny at the same time. Anyway...
In 1958 my mother was part of an artist's co-op gallery called Village Arts. They had just gotten the place up and running when they received a phone call from an artist who had a body of work he wished to show at their gallery. She and the others were very excited by this prospect, until he came in with his paintings. Yep, you guessed it, they were all paint-by -numbers. Keeping a straight face and turning him down must have been very difficult for my mom. It was a good story though.



