"Thanks, we'll call you."

It just took me longer for me to write "Thanks, we'll call you" than it took her to say it and promptly dismiss me saying something in French or maybe Italian as I left that had me curious. Does she speak in another language when she is pleased? Or when she is doggin' on stuff? I broke out in a serious sweat when I posted this pic and took a good look. I left out a substantial piece of my sketch and seriously didn't catch it until just now. Oops. Goes to show I'm not with it completely when I paint late at night. Don't go looking for my flaws, hopefully they won't either. Stupid mistake.

I make it sound way more 'brush off' than it was, she could have loved it for all I know. I guess I just wanted her to say more but her phone was ringing and she was intent on answering it so I found myself outside, blinking in the sunlight thinking, 'Now what?'

I went cruising for fun shops, that's what. I found a new consignment shop I'm sure I'll check out often.

This great building is on Highland a couple blocks away from Dzurov, the designers I want to paint for. It is THE building I picture when I dream the dream of having my own shop. (with renovations and mucho tlc of course) I'd live in the door on the right (in some daydreams, in others I live in my car) have a kickin gallery/showroom/boutique in the space on the left with an art studio in back and deliveries/storage/workspace and maybe rent out some space to a starving artist in the basement to help with the overhead.

Signe called to catch up and tell me about the happenings in her world. I think our daily chats are one of the biggest things I miss about my routine. Made me a little home sick honestly. But not enough so to make me sad I left. Life is too good to look back.