To quote my coworker
Dec. 6th, 2013 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Yay Victor!
Victor blinked when the framing customer produced three painted landscapes out of a suitcase. She laid them on the counter and smiled at him. Wow! What a smile!
"These are American canvases and I wasn't sure if you would have pre made frames that fit. I'll be using UK canvases while I'm here, but I'm opening my booth this Saturday at the Local Excellence. Is there any chance these could be done by Friday afternoon?" She asked, folding her hands under her chin. It was disturbingly adorable.
"Let me measure first. I don't want to promise anything."
"I completely understand." The artist zipped up her suitcase and sat on it while he measured the paintings and checked stock. Pulling some samples, he beckoned her over.
"Only this canvas," He said, pointing to the middle one, "will fit our premade stock. The rest need to be custom. These," he put the samples above the canvases "are the stock frames. You can choose anything off the wall for the customs."
"Hmm." She took her time with the samples, checking each against each painting. After about ten minutes, she nodded.
"I'll take the gold pine for the stock frame, the maple for the river scene and the natural pine for the house scene. How long will the customs take?"
"Two weeks."
"Oh dear. I guess I'd better get cracking then. How long for the stock job?"
"Hmm." Victor checked his schedule. "Today's Tuesday, we can have that one done by Friday. It usually takes us three days."
"Such things shouldn't be rushed. I'm set if you'll please tot this up?"
"Of course." Victor moved the paintings to the framing slots behind him and tallied up the cheque. The customer, Bridget, paid calmly, left her mobile number for when they were ready, and left the shop humming.
"That was an odd bird."
* * *
"Three days. UGH! I'll have to pack my easel and work on something since I'm down to one bloody sale," Bridget grumbled her way towards the mayor's house. The wife had invited her to lunch. Bridget sighed, feeling nervous once she was finished grumbling. Portraits were not her strongest suit. She had done sketch portraits of her friends, but a full painted one? That was back in college! But, she needed to pay for the lovely wood delivered yesterday, now neatly stacked near the cottage. Walking up to the front door of the new Gregorian three story house, she took two deep breaths and knocked.
"Hello! You must be Bridget. I'm Priscilla, it's lovely to meet you," the strawberry blonde, plump woman greeted her.
"Yes, it's very nice to meet you too, Priscilla."
"Please, come in. I've had lunch set up in the morning room, one of the nicest in the house, you see. We've never had a proper portrait done, it's very exciting!" Bridget followed Priscilla down the hall and left into a charming room of velvet drapes, mahogany furniture, bone china and lace accents. The drapes were drawn to allow the lovely September sunshine in, which set the glassware sparkling and shot bright laserlights off the gold plating. Bridget gasped and froze in the middle of the room.
Victor blinked when the framing customer produced three painted landscapes out of a suitcase. She laid them on the counter and smiled at him. Wow! What a smile!
"These are American canvases and I wasn't sure if you would have pre made frames that fit. I'll be using UK canvases while I'm here, but I'm opening my booth this Saturday at the Local Excellence. Is there any chance these could be done by Friday afternoon?" She asked, folding her hands under her chin. It was disturbingly adorable.
"Let me measure first. I don't want to promise anything."
"I completely understand." The artist zipped up her suitcase and sat on it while he measured the paintings and checked stock. Pulling some samples, he beckoned her over.
"Only this canvas," He said, pointing to the middle one, "will fit our premade stock. The rest need to be custom. These," he put the samples above the canvases "are the stock frames. You can choose anything off the wall for the customs."
"Hmm." She took her time with the samples, checking each against each painting. After about ten minutes, she nodded.
"I'll take the gold pine for the stock frame, the maple for the river scene and the natural pine for the house scene. How long will the customs take?"
"Two weeks."
"Oh dear. I guess I'd better get cracking then. How long for the stock job?"
"Hmm." Victor checked his schedule. "Today's Tuesday, we can have that one done by Friday. It usually takes us three days."
"Such things shouldn't be rushed. I'm set if you'll please tot this up?"
"Of course." Victor moved the paintings to the framing slots behind him and tallied up the cheque. The customer, Bridget, paid calmly, left her mobile number for when they were ready, and left the shop humming.
"That was an odd bird."
* * *
"Three days. UGH! I'll have to pack my easel and work on something since I'm down to one bloody sale," Bridget grumbled her way towards the mayor's house. The wife had invited her to lunch. Bridget sighed, feeling nervous once she was finished grumbling. Portraits were not her strongest suit. She had done sketch portraits of her friends, but a full painted one? That was back in college! But, she needed to pay for the lovely wood delivered yesterday, now neatly stacked near the cottage. Walking up to the front door of the new Gregorian three story house, she took two deep breaths and knocked.
"Hello! You must be Bridget. I'm Priscilla, it's lovely to meet you," the strawberry blonde, plump woman greeted her.
"Yes, it's very nice to meet you too, Priscilla."
"Please, come in. I've had lunch set up in the morning room, one of the nicest in the house, you see. We've never had a proper portrait done, it's very exciting!" Bridget followed Priscilla down the hall and left into a charming room of velvet drapes, mahogany furniture, bone china and lace accents. The drapes were drawn to allow the lovely September sunshine in, which set the glassware sparkling and shot bright laserlights off the gold plating. Bridget gasped and froze in the middle of the room.
