I found something cool

You know your glass plugins.

I found that you can pop the top and pour liquid potpourri in it.

I just did it and its working.  This will help be green and save money too.

Now to my blog::::

What I been doing since I had to leave Picture Me is clean house and search for a new career path.

This has been interesting.  

Only draw back is the bills are starting to come out of the wood work, mainly  Bills that were taken care of X years ago or forgotten.

It’s makes me a little depressed that I have not been able to take care of them before or even now.

Come on..I’m very creative.  I can take a stick and dirt to make a piece of art. 

Real life is bills coming out the butt with no money coming in.  So that’s what I’ve been doing with my life; working and living paycheck to paycheck.

While at Picture Me I was making $10.70 hr with medical insurance, 401k, and taxes taken out.  That only gave me $400 for 2wks of work to live.

Picture Me was taking up to $500-1000 a day on my sales.  I was taking that and have taken it from ever job that I have.

The only job that I got my sales $$ was perfume sales.  Yeah, I did that for a week.  I came up to you in a parking lot with a bottle selling it.

Being introvert that I am, I was embarrass to do that and felt stupid.  That’s why I don’t want to do anything like that again.

Picture Me was similar but it had a spot and was legit.

This is what I’m trying to do with my art.  I have a home studio, paint, pencils, and paper.  Just no one in West Memphis knows that I’m here.

No one that is other than the folks that know me.

Well, I guess I need to do research on some projects and get back to looking for a paying job.

 

 

 

1:1 The word of the Lord that came to Micah of Moresheth in the days of Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah, which he saw concerning Samaria and Jerusalem.

The Coming Destruction

2 Hear, you peoples, all of you;
pay attention, O earth, and all that is in it,
and let the Lord God be a witness against you,
the Lord from his holy temple.
3 For behold, the Lord is coming out of his place,
and will come down and tread upon the high places of the earth.
4 And the mountains will melt under him,
and the valleys will split open,
like wax before the fire,
like waters poured down a steep place.
5 All this is for the transgression of Jacob
and for the sins of the house of Israel.
What is the transgression of Jacob?
Is it not Samaria?
And what is the high place of Judah?
Is it not Jerusalem?
6 Therefore I will make Samaria a heap in the open country,
a place for planting vineyards,
and I will pour down her stones into the valley
and uncover her foundations.
7 All her carved images shall be beaten to pieces,
all her wages shall be burned with fire,
and all her idols I will lay waste,
for from the fee of a prostitute she gathered them,
and to the fee of a prostitute they shall return.

8 For this I will lament and wail;
I will go stripped and naked;
I will make lamentation like the jackals,
and mourning like the ostriches.
9 For her wound is incurable,
and it has come to Judah;
it has reached to the gate of my people,
to Jerusalem.

10 Tell it not in Gath;
weep not at all;
in Beth-le-aphrah
roll yourselves in the dust.
11 Pass on your way,
inhabitants of Shaphir,
in nakedness and shame;
the inhabitants of Zaanan
do not come out;
the lamentation of Beth-ezel
shall take away from you its standing place.
12 For the inhabitants of Maroth
wait anxiously for good,
because disaster has come down from the Lord
to the gate of Jerusalem.
13 Harness the steeds to the chariots,
inhabitants of Lachish;
it was the beginning of sin
to the daughter of Zion,
for in you were found
the transgressions of Israel.
14 Therefore you shall give parting gifts
to Moresheth-gath;
the houses of Achzib shall be a deceitful thing
to the kings of Israel.
15 I will again bring a conqueror to you,
inhabitants of Mareshah;
the glory of Israel
shall come to Adullam.
16 Make yourselves bald and cut off your hair,
for the children of your delight;
make yourselves as bald as the eagle,
for they shall go from you into exile.

Micah 1 (ESV)

Third week from Picture Me

This is the third week that I have not worked for Picture Me.
Easter was my last day and my 8 yr anniversary was that Thursday.

I understand why I had to quit and I saw it coming.

I was given the choice of quitting or getting fired for the Saturday before low sales average.
I would have to take my 3rd write up which was fired, so I gave two weeks notice.
Well, she (the regional)found out it was not me the next Saturday.

It’s been great being home with my child and getting the house straighten.
I’ve also been researching images for art pieces and waiting for my ebay account to open.

I did get to have a shoot yesterday.  A food shoot.  I need to get the poster printed which is hard since I’m broke.

That’s it. Nothing really exciting.  Maybe this was a great blessing in disguise even though it is making me panic.

Ya’ll keep praying.  Thanks.

Third week from Picture Me

This is the third week that I have not worked for Picture Me.
Easter was my last day and my 8 yr anniversary was that Thursday.

I understand why I had to quit and I saw it coming.

I was given the choice of quitting or getting fired for the Saturday before low sales average.
I would have to take my 3rd write up which was fired, so I gave two weeks notice.
Well, she (the regional)found out it was not me the next Saturday.

It’s been great being home with my child and getting the house straighten.
I’ve also been researching images for art pieces and waiting for my ebay account to open.

I did get to have a shoot yesterday.  A food shoot.  I need to get the poster printed which is hard since I’m broke.

That’s it. Nothing really exciting.  Maybe this was a great blessing in disguise even though it is making me panic.

Ya’ll keep praying.  Thanks.

Well, it is done.

It is done.
I will no longer working for PictureMe Portrait Studios.
This decision was forced upon me by this regional manger.
Saturday was a very low prs day $32 on the 9 customers that came in.  All they wanted was the little cheap special.
Okay, I worked with them just as if they were going to purchase more.
My choice was being fired for my 3rd strike (write up) or give a 2wk notice.
I like working as a photographer.  It was fun working with the kids; creating beautiful memories.
Now what is left is art.
This is really cool.  This is my thing.
Now how to support my family with this art.
This is the biggest fear of all.

Prayer

I’m writing because my family needs prayer for our finances.

We both work hard and live paycheck to paycheck.  We seem to never have enough to pay our
bills. 

We sacrifice purchasing food to pay a bill.  This is really bad no since we have a small
daughter.

To top it off, bill collectors have to harass my husband’s
mother.  She is disabled and in the same
boat as us. (She helped when she was able. 
Now it is uncalled for.)

My parents are not able to help us either.  My mom lost her job and my dad isn’t able to
work. 

My siblings are no financial genius either.  They have low paying job and they are always accused
of not doing their jobs correctly when they do.

No wonder people want to kill themselves and their families.

It has always been this way.

To make matter worse the media and conmen says there is a
better way, which I have fallen into many times.

I guess this is the spur that makes me want to quit and do
nothing.

Look, I have a talent. 
I can draw and paint well.  It may
not be photographic realism, it my artist style.

What started this blog was my mother-in-law called us accusing
us of lying to her about our car note. 
They company clamed that we are 2 months behind ($500.)  The rep started telling her that her credit
will be affected.  Well, she went
off.  She said so many bleeps and got so furriest
that she called us and bleep us.

My husband and I are really don’t like to curse.  We can and won’t.

We really do need the prayer for financial healing.

Even that silent gasp is the prayer and thank you.

Amen.

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I’m writing because my family needs prayer for our finances.

We both work hard and live paycheck to paycheck.  We seem to never have enough to pay our
bills. 

We sacrifice purchasing food to pay a bill.  This is really bad no since we have a small
daughter.

To top it off, bill collectors have to harass my husband’s
mother.  She is disabled and in the same
boat as us. (She helped when she was able. 
Now it is uncalled for.)

My parents are not able to help us either.  My mom lost her job and my dad isn’t able to
work. 

My siblings are no financial genius either.  They have low paying job and they are always accused
of not doing their jobs correctly when they do.

No wonder people want to kill themselves and their families.

It has always been this way.

To make matter worse the media and conmen says there is a
better way, which I have fallen into many times.

I guess this is the spur that makes me want to quit and do
nothing.

Look, I have a talent. 
I can draw and paint well.  It may
not be photographic realism, it my artist style.

What started this blog was my mother-in-law called us accusing
us of lying to her about our car note. 
They company clamed that we are 2 months behind ($500.)  The rep started telling her that her credit
will be affected.  Well, she went
off.  She said so many bleeps and got so furriest
that she called us and bleep us.

My husband and I are really don’t like to curse.  We can and won’t.

We really do need the prayer for financial healing.

Even that silent gasp is the prayer and thank you.

Amen.

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Why do I want to sell my art?

This question has been bothering me and is the question that I seem to be avoiding.

Why do I want to sell my art?
 Is my art good enough?

I know I’m a good artist, shoot, I got trained and I practice.

I guess I want to sell my art to get the self sanctification that I want.

Oh, don’t get me wrong my life is satisfying enough, just financially it stinks. That’s why I’m working a "real"job.

Anyway, my art is good which I have been told by many people locally and on artist websites that I have joined. 

No one is purchasing a print or original.

The prices are reasonable for most artist starting out. 

I guess it is the area. 

Since, folks see me at the portrait studio they don’t consider me a professional artist.

I’m sorry, that is a sore subject.  Let me get back to my question.

I want to sell my art so I don’t have to work a regular job to be financially fit.  I can work at my own studio creating my pieces (some time doing the occasional commission piece.)

But, of course that may get too boring and automatic that I could lose interest. 

I get so side tracked sometimes with my job that my creativity get placed way down on the to do list. 

My real job satisfies the creativeness side and fulfills the financial side.

Let me get back again.

The answer to the question is I want to sell my art to have creative and financial foundation that a regular job would not be needed. 

I could create all day and bills (debts) are paid fully.

Amen, Lord Jesus, Amen.

 

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