Yesterday I wrote that I had sold a painting of my cat, Scout. My dad sent a picture reminding me of my first sale. Also of a cat, Kanga. Drawn and sold to him and pinned to his office wall when I was six. I think it’s still there, which is AWESOME! I charged him eight cents.
I still draw cats.
Want to hear one of my first purchases? I spent 13 cents to buy a huge, huge wad of chewed gum from one of my older brothers. Yes, chewed. And so huge I couldn’t put it in my mouth. Which frustrated me at the time but in retrospect…
What possessed me?
(I’m sure that eight cents came in pretty useful when my parents were paying for my braces, piano lessons, university, and all round room, board and neverending kindness and support they’ve always supplied!)