Once upon a time, a long time ago (okay, maybe six years or so) I went to an art show with my friend, Ellen. Another friend was showing her oil paintings in the show, so we were going to show support. Artist friend is a professional artist-masters in fine arts, free lance art director working with a very well-known publisher, the whole nine yards. Her landscape paintings reflect real talent, as well as literally decades of experience. Her work is priced accordingly. Ellen? Couldn't believe someone would try to charge so much for a canvas and some paint, seeing what they cost at Michael's.
I did bend her ear back just a bit about hand-stretched canvases and good paints versus the cheaper brands, not to mention the time that goes into just one painting, but I don't think she really cared. You can buy what my old art teacher called "sofa art" for next to nothing and that's what it should cost, dontchya know? Really my opinion of Ellen went way, way down that day.
Recently we had an opportunity to take a craft class together and she was very interested. She wants to make that particular craft to save some money over buying them at the store-scented candles. I wish we had been able to take the class because maybe it would be another eye-opener for her. Maybe buying the ingredients to make the occasional candle is going to be cheaper than buying a Yankee candle on sale at Bed, Bath & Beyond, but not by much.