Picture framing, without Robin.

This is one of those postings that is based entirely round a picture, rather than a theme which is illustrated by the picture. Thankfully, it is a slightly amusing picture - so maybe you can, at the very least, squeeze some small fillet of enjoyment from it, on that level alone.

In order to flesh it out, I should point out that I decided to usurp Robin's authority and sit on his, or possibly Karen's seat in their shop which is in an indeterminate place somewhere not entirely far away from Leeds, or Huddersfield, or Batley. Neither Robin, or Karen were there to greet us, but we were informed by Angela that “Bree” (not sure of the spelling) could be summoned from “Out Back” at a moment's notice.

Always comforting to know.

TL and myself were there to commission the framing of a picture that we had recently bought in Whitby. Robin is the inveterate Al Stewart fan and IBM computer programmer whose wife runs this excellent arty establishment. Do drop in, assuming you can find it, and buy a virtually limitless number of mirrors - or perhaps one of the many original paintings on show. Walking round the place is a bit of a treat, especially if you have strong views about art. Personally, I don't know much, but I know what I hate.

What makes it better, is the adjoining cafe, where it is possible to get a cup of tea and a cake to break up the browsing experience. What makes /that/ better is the classy simplicity of leaving the place without paying for either picture frame, or refreshments.

So, some would say, a successful day. I, myself, don't look at it that way. I feel sorry for Angela, the owner of the cafe, that she has missed out on the revenue we could have provided for her. I feel sorry for Brie, Bree or maybe even Breigh, because our picture, being 59“ wide, was too wide for the framing supplies they had. She assures us that they will diligently hunt for exactly the right piece of art board. I believe her.

I just hope that we've all learned something form the whole unhappy saga, and that the various friendships and business relationships can be safely repaired - maybe with the simple transference of small or large amounts of money.

If anyone wants to kick me, for any reason, I'll be in the North-East for a while.

Comments

[Frank]

Maybe they meant Brie was out back, and were in fact threatening you with soft French cheese?

[Rob]

We have something more substantial to threaten him with next time - some Cheddar, or perhaps Wensleydale. I can hear the sounds of trembling and cowering from here!

And I can probably knock a bit more off the £60.... :-)

[Liz Marshall]

I am reliably informed, Bree.