Notebooks and Ira and Chana Masala and Fat Packs

A good day. I made some appliqued moleskin sketchbooks for the shop, and one very quickly ended up in the gift guides, which always makes me think I'm doing something right.
Selling stuff is weird. It's such a tangible confirmation--you know, just that people like what you're doing, that you're not creating into a void. But it's still hard for me to get used to thinking like a saleswoman, probably because I don't buy easily myself. That makes it a challenge for me to try and get money from other people! Still, it also feels fun--remember those school fun-fair games from childhood where you'd get a fishing pole with a magnet on the end, and you'd try to catch a little plastic duck from a wading pool of water? If you managed it, and your duck had a red dot marked on its underside, you won a prize. Remember? Sometimes that's what it feels like when somebody buys something--like my little magnet has drawn in a lovely little ducky who is going to give me a prize, which is, in this case, cash. :-)

Mark was home for part of the day today while Annabelle was in school, and we watched some of the second season of the TV version of This American Life (which I downloaded from iTunes for a totally worth-it price--thanks to my mother-in-law who gave me a gift card for Christmas!). It's awesome. Then we had Indian food. Oh, how I love Indian food. Then we took A. to the bookstore, where I read magazines I can't bring myself to pay for, and A. got a Garfield fat pack.

So, yeah, good day.