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12/13/2005: "My first (of many I hope) satisfied print customers (i.e. "buyer of prints")"
Received in an email this afternoon (this woman is a writer who moved to "a very tiny hamlet in rural French Louisiana" from the Bay Area, and her email is very funny):
Just wanted to let you know the three prints arrived safely today, in perfect condition, and oh my god they are soooo GORGEOUS! I am simply floored. These are wonderful beyond my wildest expectations.
I took the tube to the framer, unopened, as soon it was delivered, and that was a bit of an adventure in itself...
The family that owns the local framing shop here in town is devoutly Pentecostal. And as soon as I walked in the door, I saw to my dismay that the three other customers waiting in line consisted of: a Jesuit priest having his vacation photos of the Vatican framed, an elderly Cajun woman having postcards of the Sacred Heart framed (the ones where Jesus has his eyes rolled way back in his head like a reprimanded adolescent), and a sweet little Baptist grandmother having portraits of her 17 grandchildren framed. And here I come, waltzing in with my great big bold wickedly beautiful NUDES! Woohoo!
It was a priceless moment when everyone gathered around to watch the Pentecostal father as he carefully removed the prints from the tube and unrolled them on the big table. I was taking bets with myself which one would have a heart attack first, and which would call the police.
Well, when they were finally revealed in all their stark naked feminine glory, there was an awkward moment of silence--the others were probably all eyeing the mailing tube to see whether the return address was from Larry Flynt or Satan, and I had just had the breath knocked out of me by how much more magnificent the colors actually were than anything my computer monitor showed and idly wondering if any of these people knew CPR or if the priest would just skip resuscitation and go straight for the Last Rites if I couldn't start breathing again--until finally the Pentecostal wife broke it by graciously saying, "My, those certainly are, um, pretty colors. Who is the artist?" And then the small town folks spent the next half hour naming all the Cajun Tomlinsons within a hundred mile radius of here, trying to convince each other that you were probably one of Them.
Anyway, I can't begin to tell you how much I love these prints. They probably won't be finished with the framing until maybe the 27th or 28th, but as soon as I get them home and hung, I'll send you photos.
Enjoy your holidays, and know that you've made me a very very happy person today!
Unrepentant Colorholic (actual name withheld to protect the innocent)
But honestly, this woman isn't a friend or relative or anything! She has really made my day as well. I hope that Holly will be equally pleased.