Fine Art and Wedding Bells

The first time I set foot in my friend Shanon's house, I was fourteen years old and I was babysitting her young children. It was a tiny house, but it was amazing--drying flowers hung in the doorways and original paintings of every shape and size graced the walls. It wasn't clutter-free, and there wasn't any furniture you felt you couldn't sit on. Perfect. I remember distinctly saying to her: "I want a house just like this someday," and she looked at me and said, "That means you will." I've never forgotten that statement because implicit in the wording was that one artist will always recognize another and that maybe I had a unique eye for something that others couldn't see. It made me feel special somehow. (Too bad my house doesn't look a thing like hers now that I've grown.)

I've always secretly wanted one of her paintings, but she's been reluctant to go public with her work. Until now. That little girl I babysat grew up to babysit my own children, and now she's getting married. What better way to pay for a wedding than to sell off some of mom's gorgeous oil paintings? She'll probably kill me for this, but if you have some extra money and want to buy me this bird painting, please feel free:


Hop on over and see what else she has in her online gallery--it is a virtual trip worth making.

Shanon Edwards