ALL of my artwork was stolen out of my vehicle.
The morning of August 12th, red-eyed and bushy-tailed (red-eyed because I accidentally put 99% isopropyl alcohol in my eye instead of contact solution that morning...), I walked out to my car to head to the Makers Market and set up my booth, only to find that there was no longer any of my inventory in it. Thieves pried my driver side door open, unlocked my car, took it all, and politely locked my car back up before leaving with the goods.
Five years worth of building up that inventory, sentimental decorative items my dad gave me, hand-made wooden storage trunks... it was all gone.
Thus began my long journey of replacing, recovering, filing police reports, car insurance, and renter's insurance claims.
Right after my "eye-sopropyl" incident, I had also knocked the entirety of the dog water bowl onto the floor and into my shoes as as I was attempting to put them on. I did, indeed say out loud, "It's gonna be one of those days, isn't it?". And, after losing my wallet later that same night,
INDEED IT WAS
Six days after The Theft, I received this spammy-sounding, yet seemingly honest email. Included were these hostage photos of my display prints, looking very afraid. I eagerly replied with lots of thank-yous and exclamation points and also my phone number, as he had assured me post script that he will respond as soon as possible.
I emailed again a few days later, with no exclamation points this time.