Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!
Right now I’m not taking commissions but when/if I do open some, I’ll try to post here on tumblr and on my DA account with that information.
when you want to draw but youre too stressed to do well on commissions and too guilt laden about the commissions thing to draw personal art so you just become an ouroboros of procrastination and anxiety
Welp, I guess this is a real thing and not just my awful self loathing.
One day, my mother struck up a light conversation with an individual at Lowes- my mother was buying some moulding that was slightly longer than her SUV and it was sticking out the back window a bit and she joked on the irony that she had a truck at home but it was old and had a flat tire, etc. etc. The individual mentioned they were trying to start a used car business with their sibling and asked if my mom was interested in selling it. My mom agreed to let them come by our house, look at the vehicles (the truck and my late father’s car), and possibly sell them. The individual followed her home to view the vehicles, negotiated a bit and the cars were eventually sold to them the following day (the sibling and their spouse were called over to view the cars as well). The exchange was a little odd (they felt the need to hold group prayer with my mom over the exchange) but it went smoothly. The titles were drawn up, cash was exchanged, and the cars were handed over.
Some time later, this individual shows up on my mother’s door step, rings the doorbell, and inquires about doing odd jobs around the house (for pay). My mom had been thinking about pressure washing our concrete patios (dat Alabama humidity born mold) and took them around back to point out what she wanted. It had begun raining a bit and the individual began saying very cheesy stuff like “Oh, you shouldn’t be outside in the rain, you’re so sweet you’ll melt.” etc.etc. Really, really badly delivered flattery. My mom is unimpressed and a bit skeeved out. She tells them she’s changed her mind about it and that she doesn’t have anything available.
Today in the pouring rain, about 2 weeks after the last exchange, the doorbell rings. Guess who. The individual greets my mom and mentions they had seen a power saw in our garage when they bought the cars and wanted to know if we were thinking of selling it. Mom tells them no- that we’ve already gotten rid of anything we were going to get rid of and that we have nothing to part with.
My mom and I are feeling absolutely skeeved out about this person continually showing up unannounced.