Well, it finally happened. After a career spanning many, many years, the unthinkable happened. I had always said that people who love art are honest people. I have let art lovers take my work home with them when they didn't have their check book handy or just didn't have quite enough cash on hand.
So last month I did a show in Hertford, NC, one of my favorite shows actually because the people are so nice and welcoming. I had my French souvenir bracelets with me and a grandmother, well-dressed I might add, selected one of these bracelets for her granddaughter. It was a bit too big so I offered to take it home and resize it for her, send it back and if she was pleased she could send me a check or return the bracelet, no problem. I was not in the least concerned since I have done this before with no problems. It was a gift after all. I even paid the shipping and added a lovely note.
Weeks went by and no check or bracelet. I sent notes and called to no avail. It's safe to say I will never see this bracelet or my money that I work so hard to earn. The thing is, this was a favorite of mine and it looked so lovely on this sweet girl.
So thank you Arlene for teaching me not to be kind and trusting. When you give the bracelet to your granddaughter, I hope you think of me.