Five minutes after I arrived home from a painting convention today I fell into bed. I was so tired but fell asleep and woke up with a smile on my face. What a great time. I taught three classes, had AWESOME students who kept me entertained and were ever so willing to hear my funny stories. It’s so good to laugh, isn’t it?
My first class I was 5 minutes late to. I got caught in city traffic. I’m not used to that! I refused to get upset about it, and when I arrived at class my students were happy to see me, they all pitched in, got everything together, helped set everything up and we were off. Only help, love… no criticism, anger. It was a very nice way to start the convention.
The first day I left my purse in a public seating area. Fortunately one student (who was actually in my class last night), brought my purse up to the desk, very wisely took action and it was returned to me while teaching a class. I wasn’t even aware that I didn’t have it! Now move forward to last night and one of my wild friends from upstate VT had left her purse somewhere and they had it in lost and found. How VERY NICE it is to know that there are still honest people out there who care. It renews faith in humanity, ya know what I mean?
The first class I taught was Sallie Snow woman, everyone did great. I suggested and they were excited about getting prints made of their painting and making their own Christmas cards! I look forward to seeing them…. (Hint Hint…. send with chocolate!) No, just kidding. I’m off sugar.
Also during class a friend, fellow artist stopped in to visit and gifted me with a pack of her cards which are prints of some of her many beautiful paintings. It was so nice! It really made me smile!
I also realized that I had unintentionally left two pertinent colors at home on my table. Well, I didn’t fret. Two crazy assed friends from Maine were able to help me. As we went up to their room they were entertaining me with a very funny. I see panty shields in my future conventions!
Things worked out smoothly, without planning that I was able to see girlfriends and spent time with them between classes and commitments. I love it when things flow with little or no effort.
Last nights class which we named “Saturday night live!”, we were laughing so hard that the teacher and students in the classroom next to ours ran over to find out what was so funny. I love it when everyone is comfortable sharing funny stories, particularly female stories. My goodness, it is so healing!
All day Saturday I was feeling “dizzy”. Sort of “falling over” feeling. About an hour into class last night my students were busy so I sat down, threw one leg over the other and realized that the sole of my dansko had disintegrated. CHUNKS of rubber were missing, and the thick sole on the heel was gone! No WONDER I felt dizzy. I had seen all this black stuff on the carpet and wondered who the heck had taught in there the class before! It was chunks of my sole! Today as I walked around the trade show my every other step my shoe would stick to the cement floor. It was so funny. I drove barefoot on the way home, afraid that my shoe may stick to one of the peddles.
Another time I was trying to get my girlfriends attention who was sitting at one of the front tables. Gail! Gail! Gail? It was like she was in another world. Even the girls sitting behind said “Gail, Gail” and she didn’t respond. I just figured she was entranced in her “ever so her” usual acts of helping someone else, in this case the woman sitting next to her. A few minutes later I was talking to her and said “Gail” again and she said “Michelle!” I KNOW HER NAME! I KNOW HER! We are twin daughters of different mothers. Why the heck did I do that? Have you ever been so tired that you do such stupid things that it makes it all the funnier? She also told me that she told her husband if something should happen to her, he is to split her painting supplies up between her friends and call me…. FOR A DATE! Is that not the sweetest thing ever?
Yeah, it was a wonderful time. A very busy time but many great memories were made, beautiful paintings were done, lessons were learned and laughter could be heard all over. It rocked! As I drove home, I thought about how kind, caring, and the sisterhood that decorative painting industry holds. Helping one another, sharing stories, supplies… What a great group of people. I will remember more as I unpack and get back to my life. I know I am forgetting to share other funny stories. These are gems nuggets of gold that will keep me warm in the coldest of winter to come.
I am so inspired that I want to stay up all night and paint, but I’m just too tired to unpack my jeep! But what a good tired… what a good tired.
Yes, I am one fortunate woman to have god given talent that I can share with others. For all the wonderful and long term friendships and new ones started that have sprouted from teaching. I feel very blessed. As I head out to Long Beach, CA in 10 days to a Nerium convention, I know that there I will be with childhood friends, long term friends and will meet new friends as well. I’m a very fortunate woman. God has blessed me with so much.
Love to all…..