More blog-doings a’ transpiring:
Got an email a while back, asking if I would be up for doing a custom drawing.
And if so, how much would I charge?
And, ok Gentle Reader, if you draw or paint or sew or make things, you know. This is a really hard question.
Maybe the hardest question.
It is really hard to set a price for your own stuff.
Had a bunch of nebulous feelings of yuckiness about naming a price so I wrote to my painter friend in NYC for advice, and got a great email back about Things,
Like a reminder of the value of my time, and how a drawing for a client will take more time than something I just scribble off for myself. There’ll be thinking and sketching and re-sketching and worrying and seeing it through another persons eyes and wondering if its good enough.
And I had thought maybe the price should be in some increments of the price of a ballet class, because that had a nice symmetry in my mind, and she reminded me again to value my time and maybe take into account the price of a class, a babysitter, gas to drive to class, maybe even a latté to perk up pre-class if I’m feeling fancy,
And how even a simple drawing is backed and informed by an entire education.
Like how people who are good at things generally weren’t just born good, they have skills that had to be earned and honed, a price for artwork is an acknowledgment of that education and the use of learned skills.
I feel like this ties in to dance, honoring the years of education that reside in a dancers body, a teacher’s body…
Anyway, it was a really great email and I printed it out to frame it and hang in the room where my husband and I work on projects, and he saw it lying on the work table and was all, “Girl please. Copy paper? We can do better.” So, like, he’s gonna print it on a Nicer Paper and then we’ll frame and hang.
Anyway, so I named my price, and emailed to the emailer, wondering what the reaction would be, and the reaction was Great, I’ll take two.
Did the drawings, felt good about the experience, and bought these!
Red Clogs Forevah!!!!!
Omygawd I love these clogs.
They’re so red! And tall! And loud, omg I’m so loud marching around in these things, I love it.
I’m gonna make sure Smirnoff sees these before I change into my slippers, I am curious about his take on Actual Wooden Soles.
He loved my cheapie plastic soled canvas Mary Janes, you know, the kind we all wore in high school in the 90’s and called china doll shoes. He said they looked very flexible.
But he hated my ballet-flat-shaped Crocs, which were at least as flexible if not more flexible.
Not that his opinion will change my clog-wearing-ways, I just want to know because I love people who have Opinions.