Be An Artist

And Earn a Fat Income! Oh yeah, right. I got your fat income right here bubba! But hey, I'm doing ok considering the economy is in the crapper. I make art, I sell art. I sell antiques and collectibles and I do house/dog/cat sitting. Odd jobs and not so odd jobs. What ever it takes. As long as I still get to play in the studio and make my 'pictures' I can't complain. This obviously is a vintage ad from I think sometime in the 30's. I wonder how many people responded and eventually found out that few make the fat income while the rest just get by?

Daddy Rite Comes Home

Here is 'Daddy Rite' on his way home with toys for his 'Rite' children. So strange..the house looks relatively normal. Daddy? Not so normal looking.

The 'Rite Family' illustrations from the vintage children's book continue. Dang, these are like a car wreck, freaky and yet fascinating.

Daddy Rite

As promised, more of the vintage 'Rite Family' children's book. This here is 'Daddy Rite'. (said in my Northern Indiana, Central Texas drawl...) Very odd guy with his stumpy little arms with no hands. What kind of work do you think he does? He's got the uniform of an upper class businessman, banker maybe, well, kind of...The pants remind me of my Father who always wore plaid, sometimes three different plaids at once in the form of a hat, shirt and god awful golf style pants. His last wife broke him of the pants but no one could stop the hat and shirt combo. That being said, I never saw my Father in an outfit like this. Maybe he wasn't a 'Daddy Rite'? I don't know, this guy scares me a bit with his freaky eyes and lack of hair and ears...good lord what a nightmare!

Mother Rite

This is a page from a vintage turn of the century children's book about the 'Rite Family'. Very bizarre stuff I think. I will add more of the 'Rite' folks in the coming posts. In the meantime, here is 'Mother Rite'. Put that in your head and have weird dreams!

This is kind of how I feel today...although without the big boobs or hot night on Bourbon St. I picked up this small gossip mag from a great antique mall in the Boston area. 1960's era. Great stuff! My face and neck are swollen from an infected molar that will be leaving my mouth first thing Monday morning (I hope!) I spent most of yesterday trying to back up my new computer which was crashing and burning left and right....which caused me to practically pull my hair out! In spite of all this, I am still a very happy camper. I have antibiotics and pain pills and I am better off than most of the world.