Etsy Sales and Other Thoughts- July Musings

sewing it all up
Fablesandcoffee art



mountains, untitled-1 fablesandcoffee

I had an Etsy sale a couple of days ago (or was it a week ago…damn these summer days are blending together) and it was a pleasant surprise. I don’t promote my shop on any social networks and apart from renewing listings sporadically in tune with the tides of the ocean (or something just as useless and esoteric) I honestly do nothing with it, besides just enjoy the thought of having my things up there. Every few months i’ll have an unexpected sale from some part of the globe and it’ll light me up inside, spark that interest to actually do something with said shop; to participate in local teams and attend craft fairs. And while those thoughts usually fade by the time i’ve dropped off the sold items at the post office, the high of the sale lasts a couple of days.

Recently, I put up a couple of my original pen&ink mountain landscape artworks, as well as a some of my colored pencil/watercolor ones. I doubt they’ll actually sell, as i’m not offering them up for penniesĀ (though I don’t think i’m overselling them either…pricing your own artwork is the worst job for any artist out there, seriously, I dare you to tell me otherwise) but it feels…nice, to have them up there. Rounds out the shop, I think.

Anyways, on the totally off chance you’re reading this, thank you lovely person in Tennessee who bought my Go, Explore pencil pouch! You’re an angel.

Not drowning in my Coffee cups yet,
~m

P.S
If anyone’s interested, you can use the coupon code ” SLEEPYCOFFEE “,to get free shipping on any orders (domestic and international).
The shop:

Under The Overpass, A Southern Gothic Sky – Rowlett, TX-66

Rainbow trees in Texas
The horizon over Rowlett, TX
Rowlett Sky
Under The Bridge, Rowlett TX
Rainbow Sky, Rowlett TX, fablesandcoffee
Under the Overpass, Rowlett TX

Exploring under the overpass, Rowlett TX

The highway, the sky- Rowlett TX

“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away”

It’s odd how some songs just feel so appropriate to places, no matter how little they actually have to do with said place. Like memories you didn’t really have but somehow ended up with anyways, they insert themselves into the fold and leave imprints behind of feelings and impressions.

Usually when I go exploring in Texas, I find a town on a map I want to drive to, or an interesting landmark to seek out. This time was different.

I found myself driving back from the Futuro House and remembered the highway overpass that had taken us over a marshy lake, from where you could see the broken branches of trees rising above the waterline. And maybe it was because I didn’t really have plans for anywhere else to go that day, or maybe just something about the way the sun was starting to set in the sky… I’ll never be sure what it was that made me do it, but next thing I knew we were parking the car and setting off on foot to explore that odd little recreation area just outside of the nicer part of Rowlett.

After exploring the main area, where shores disappear into the true depths of the lake, we followed the revving engines of an adventurous lone dirt biker nearby, who was under the highway overpass doing determined, continuous laps back and forth-back and forth, like it was some kind of ritual.
(People do love their rituals here.)

We stayed a distance away, wanting to respect his prior claim to explore but, I think he wanted to talk to us; riding near us and looking over continuously, shiny helmet that reflected the setting sun never coming off. Finally though, after a long moment where he parked his bike just up ahead of where we were going to walk to and finding us slightly unwilling to come closer to a stranger lingering under the shadows of such a deserted area, he rode off, very literally, into the sunset.

We ourselves stayed until the sun set all the way beneath the waters; sky turned a deep and impossible purple, the kind that if you could taste colors, would taste like rich plums. We lingered until the insistent rustling of things in the bushes, of growing ripples in the water grew to such a fervor we knew it was probably time for us to make our way home.

“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home”

~m
P.S the rendition of this song,by Coeur De Pirate :