Secret of Vintage Jewelry

Further to my posting about the art group's exhibition, I had an enquiry this week from someone who had visited it and wanted to buy a painting, so it has turned out that we've now actually sold more paintings than we thought at the time (three instead of two - and three greetings cards). A reasonable result for a new venue in an unfamiliar town, and a one day event at that.

Until recently, I used to do voluntary work for a charity in a nearby town, and I ran a small art and craft group.

The story begins in February. There was still snow on the ground and bus services had just about returned to normal. Wearing wellies, vest, woollies etc, I popped over to the premises to fill my forms in, provided all the ID and names and addresses of referees, then attended their preparation courses over the following weeks, and waited for my police check (CPR) to arrive - and waited, and waited... Spring arrived, the birds were singing, I scoffed a few Easter eggs, a heatwave followed and, during this, I went away on holiday. Returning scantily clad, tanned and relaxed, I found my CPR on the doormat - four months on! I spoke to someone at the office and arranged to go in, borrowed a library book on activities with this kind of group, and so began my voluntary work.

On arriving at the first group session, I found no materials had been provided, but the manager quickly found some pencils and paper for us. I found out later that there were materials but the only person who knew about it was off ill, so it was a good thing I had taken my own in. Other than this, it seemed to go quite smoothly, and I hoped I had helped this group in some way.

More next time.


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