Fair's Fair

watercolor-equinox-webSaturday, Thing2 packed up his origami books and I packed up my watercolors and doodles and drove over to the Harvest Festival in Arlington, VT.We didn't expect to retire on our earnings (there was a mega old-time fair in nearby Peru, VT on the same day drawing serious crowds), but it was the biggest craft market of the year in our town, and we thought we might be able to buy an ice cream at the Dairy Bar when the day was over.So we setup the tent, hung a few paintings and magnets and origami swans and sat down to wait.We didn't sit for long or for long throughout the day.I had hoped to sell a few magnets but was happily shocked when watercolors - even ones I thought were borderline duds (and had almost made into bookmarks) -  started coming off the pegboards and out of the tent.  T2, who was watching my sales closely, began mentally converting dollars to chocolate sprinkles and adding a bounce to each step.I could do this, whispered a voice inside my head. Wait, I think I am doing this.T2 must have a direct line to the chorus in my head because as I sat down for a break, he wrapped his arms around my neck and said, "Mom you should just sell your pictures for a job."You gotta love getting job advice from someone who hasn't yet been told by the world (and he ain't gonna hear it here) that you can't make a job out of art or music or anything outside an office.  It's delivered with just enough conviction to make you realize that it may actually be happening.I hugged him back and said, "That's a pretty good idea, buddy."And that's reason #5628 why I love that kid.  I ended up taking them all out to dinner.