Can I Get A Sympathy Lay Here? aka Holiday Sale @ Gimp Central
Holiday Art Sale!
Hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving weekend! Overall, mine was good, but a bit of a mixed bag. I didn’t give details over the weekend when I mentioned I was laid up with a fabulous new injury because, quite honestly, tripping over the ottoman is not a cool way to earn yourself a bad ankle sprain. So instead let’s pretend it was a missed triple Salchow landing. Or if your not of the mind that figure skating is cool (and I’m not unless it involves some crazy thug knee-bashing a la Tonya Harding vs Nancy Kerrigan), let’s say I twisted my ankle jumping off the shed roof into an enormous pile of leaves (although for the record, my launch off the shed went down without a hitch.) So now my ambulatory abilities are severely restricted. I can’t put any weight on my right foot. I’m forced to sit around on my fat ass as much as possible or hobble around on crutches when neccessary and I don’t even have an impressive anecdote to go along with it. I cringe every time I’m asked the dreaded question, “What happened?!” I’ve told a bunch of people that my pal Mark pushed me down the stairs.
shop#2 lotsa stuff at $25!
Do you feel bad for me? How bad? So bad you’d be willing to put your money where your mouth is and toss some of your hard earned green my way? If so, you’ll be thrilled to hear I just spent the last several hours (sitting on my fat bored ass) updating both of my Etsy shops. Any art lovers on your Christmas list? Maybe you wanna treat yourself to something this holiday season. The miniature encaustics that I typically sell for $125 through galleries are now priced at a mere 75 bucks! My second shop where I sell less involved paintings is loaded with a bunch of stuff priced super low–mostly $25 and under!
Whelp, that’s it for now. I’m gonna grab ye old crutches and hobble off to the water closet. Fingers crossed I don’t trip. Wish me luck. It would suck to have my obit read: busted her skull on the toilet bowl.
Unsteadily,
-Steph
November 30, 2009 at 7:45 pm
if you say i pushed you down the stairs ONE MORE TIME….
November 30, 2009 at 9:08 pm
what? you’ll push me down the stairs again?
November 30, 2009 at 8:45 pm
Hey, Dick Van Dyke, get well.
November 30, 2009 at 9:10 pm
heheh thanks Buddy.
November 30, 2009 at 11:59 pm
Well, it could have been worse, you could have been the fat kid that fell off a porch swing while eating a Twinkie (thus, smearing Twinkie into face resulting in the immense amusement of peer group bystanders). In other words, at least you are not shamed from eating creme-filled treats ever again…. Hope you feel better soon!
December 1, 2009 at 9:23 am
Thank you for that thoughtful assessment, Jason. You have a true knack for putting things in perspective. I am indeed grateful not to have been humiliated in front of anyone but my cats (who were kind enough to leave the room before busting into laughter). My heart goes out to this clumsy little twinkie sucker of whom you speak.
December 1, 2009 at 12:51 am
Hope ya heal up quick. I have sprained my left ankle three times, so I know what you’re going through.
December 1, 2009 at 9:25 am
ugh three times?! let’s hope that’s it. They say the third times a charm, right? So you should be good to go. thanks Andrew.
December 1, 2009 at 1:28 pm
from one bodily challenged person to another you have my sympathies. did ya get a nifty air cast or anything?
December 1, 2009 at 2:30 pm
Thanks Little t, I did. that and crutches which I may turn into stilts as soon as I heal. but what’s your bodily challenge?
December 2, 2009 at 9:11 am
i have a few pairs of platform shoes that could double as stilt training devices, oh, and i was driving in brooklyn in the rain the other day and saw a man on a unicycle. maybe you should get one and take feet hitting the ground out of the equation entirely.
December 2, 2009 at 9:50 am
Ha! I was asking about the unicycle at the bike shop around the corner the other day, but I decided stilts were more my thing. Then this happened. So yeah, maybe I need to rethink things.
I had an upstairs neighbor who rode a unicycle at my last apartment. She gave us a plush doll called Poopy McPoop that she’d made. It had a little stuffed turd on a string that you could pull out of and stuff back into it’s butt.
December 2, 2009 at 11:32 am
someone needs to send that into regretsy.com