Life got hard and complicated, so I didn’t sell over half of my Arx Cat Tarot Decks. I didn’t mind, that wasn’t the point of their creation, and I’ve never been good at selling my stuff.
As of last week, however, in a small town in Kentucky, a witchy metaphysical shop has opened up, and thanks to my biological father being himself and showing off my work to strangers, I have sold twelve to the store’s proprietor and she’s just put in an order for at least ten more.
She’s commending me for the imagery and symbolism and she’s using my cards to teach her weekly tarot classes.
Whew.
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She made a display and everything!
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This is her favorite card.