A week or two ago Portland Studios set up a booth at a local event called "Holiday Fair." We had a table full of good things to sell; books, t-shirts, and last-but-not-least, Christmas cards.
At least two employees ran the booth at all times. The event ran from Thursday to Saturday. Saturday morning Justin and I ran the booth. With us was Michelle (author of Beowulf) and Hallie, current Portland Studios intern.
We autographed some books, sold a few, got rid of a handful of t-shirts but to our collective astonishment, we sold not one single Christmas card.
Wagon loads of people passed us by to get to the booths with the fake turquoise earrings and the potporui flavored candies and the glitter covered popsicle reindeer scupltures. We were mildly distraught. What on earth! How could someone, anyone pass up our Christmas cards?
We knew what had to be done: We had to make some crappy cards for the people.
After several false starts, half-hearted attempts, and shooting stars, I did it--