This evening, I had to stop by one of our local craft superstores because I had a question for one of the more experienced individuals in the framing department. I waited for a while before the sales associate walked right by me as I stood at the counter. Before she walked by me the second time, I stopped her. “Is there anyone in the framing department to answer a question?”
“I’m sorry!” she exclaimed. “I thought you were being helped. And here I am walking right by you…. Hold on. I’ll find someone for you.” And off she went.
Meanwhile, my daughter perused the aisles, captivated by the appealing art supplies. Pens. Markers. Sketch pads. Ink. Paint and brushes. Canvas. I watched as she picked up various items, studied them, then put them back in their places.
The woman returned, apologizing that there didn’t seem to be anyone available to help me. In the end, she was able to offer a passable answer to my question.
As my daughter and I exited the store, she was clearly thinking about all the items she had just seen.
“Why do art supplies have to be so expensive?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “You could get a job to help you buy some.”
“Yeah, but where am I going to get a job?”
“Hmm…” I thought for a minute. “You could work here. Then you would get an employee discount!”
There was a brief pause while this piece of information registered in her mind. “That is a great idea!” she finally said. “Why haven’t I thought of that before?”
Indeed, I thought it was pretty brilliant, myself. Maybe I could get a job there….
2 thoughts on “Art supplies”
My first job was at my mom’s quilt shop, and I have to say there is something wonderful about working somewhere that feeds your creative side. Great post!
I definitely agree! Thanks for reading!
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