I’ve learnt not to say “I work at Skyeworks Gallery in Portree on Saturday” because some people take “work” to mean “creating paintings” rather than “person on gallery duty doing whatever needs doing”. I tend to say “I’m in Skyeworks Gallery” or “I’m on the desk at Skyeworks Gallery” or some variation of this.
No two Saturdays are alike. Yesterday included:
• rehanging my small paintings on canvas (the quandry is whether people will be inspired by the display to start their own collection of little paintings, or hesitant to disturb it)
• sorting through my prints (new daisy print now in stock)
• dusting where my coasters, placemats and mugs are (blowing into a mug gets the dust out easily but needs to be done so you don’t get it in your face!)
• helping move two shelves from one side of the gallery to the other
• arranging half a dozen newly arrived whisky-barrel benches
• measuring the two longest benches for a customer so she could check if it’d fit the space at home
• giftwrapping a knitted sheep for a lass who’d saved her holiday money to buy it (I gathered there’d been a visit to Skyeworks earlier in the week), and
• being an enthusiastic taste-tester for a new gluten-free muffin from the bakery below (tough job!).
Plus all the chatting to customers and sales-related stuff. All in a day’s “work”.