During this holiday break, Rose has decided she wants to make a little extra cash/moolah/coin. Why, we're not exactly sure why, but she's been obsessed about selling some of her drawings and "getting rich." She wants to set up a kind of lemonade stand for art on the corner, where she can "catch all those folks running, biking and walking by." Smart.
Now, she's a fine "artiste" - putting lots of emotion, detail and drama into her work - but I've had a lot of trouble convincing her that strangers walking down the street might not feel the same way about her work. At least, not enough to pay $60, which is what she intends to charge for each piece.
She was especially angry last night when, totally exasperated, I told her she'd have to wait for her father to come home to negotiate with him. It was cold, rainy and dark, and frankly, I just couldn't take it any more.
Other holiday things caught our attention and the art was quickly forgotten - until today. She woke up, got dressed in her "selling" outfit and demanded to go outside. It's sunny and the kids are bored, which means I was able to convince Evan to help her for half an hour. He's quite the hawker, himself, so if anyone can get someone to pay for her pictures, he can. That is, if he can stop giggling at the idea of "Sixty bucks! Sixty bucks! Rosie, you're crazy!"
Decide for yourself:
As I post this, I can hear her outside, yelling, "Pictures for sixty cents!" Sounds like a little dose of economics (and some clarity about the difference between dollars and cents), has helped bring Rose and her dreams crashing back to reality. I can also hear her brother offering to buy a picture to make her feel better since, sadly, none have sold.
The holiday spirit is alive and well.