The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)

Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A Valentine's Day Story

A Valentine's Day Story

For a number of years, my wife's mom owned two flower shops. One was located in Atkins and the other in Russellville. Mother's Day and Valentine's Day are the two busiest and most profitable days of the whole year. The weeks leading up these holidays turn every flower shop in America into a mad house. Fourteen to eighteen hour days are not uncommon. If you're ordering flowers, be nice to the folks at the flower shop.

My mother-in-law would recruit whoever she could to help at the flower shop when the holidays came around. One year, she hired her then sister-in-law, Elaine, to work for Valentines. As I understand it, Elaine was a very intelligent woman and con artist. She collected college degrees (German, Biology, and something else I think) and wealthy husbands with equal enthusiasm.

I'm not sure that she was all too excited with working at the flower shop. She was spared any of the actual design work, and spent most of her time filling out the cards that accompanied the flowers. She got tired of signing writing "Happy Valentine's Day," over and over, so she shortened it to, "Happy VD."

A few hours later after these cards started going out, frantic phone calls came pouring into the flower shop. Scores of people were calling to find out who had sent the flowers (of course some were sent anonymously) and what did they mean by VD?! Apparently, a lot of folks were worried that they'd caught the clap for the holidays.

So, hope y'all have a Happy VD!


Blogger Kristin said...

Hee hee.

11:44 AM  

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