The Sparkling Art Mobile is my 25ft mobile gallery that I purchased 2016...this is the story of SAM...

After my mind was locked on to what I needed to make my life infinitely better, easier and less work, I had to figure out a way to make it happen. So, as I do with most of the questions in my life, I consulted YouTube. It became an obsession, searching for "mobile gallery", "mobile boutique", "mobile office" "mobile this", "mobile that". I was determined to go mobile, leaving the fear of a frozen shoulder behind me and the open road ahead of me. I researched every which way one could go mobile. At the end of the day, the decision was made.

I need a step van. "Why get a a step van? That's not the best van out there" concerned relation said. But I knew it was the only blank slate truck that I could comfortably walk through standing straight up without curling my neck or squeezing through side ways knocking over stuff with my butt. Visual space and head room was at the top of the priority list, above gas mileage, above comfort and above what any one else thought. Clearly, they did not understand my needs.

I truly believe when the heart locks on, the world will provide...or that is what I like to tell myself. Where the hell am I gonna find a step van? Those suckers are huge, they must cost a fortune! And...not to mention, I don't know anything about step vans! Well... that's not exactly true.

Bread trucks run in my family...weird, I know. My Mom had a bread truck when I was about 8 or 9 and she parked it in our front yard. She bought it from a local bakery and used it to haul Mustang car parts. Funny thing, that memory conveniently stayed in the back of my mind and did not come to light until after many months of searching online.

Then one day after nothing but fruitless searching, it dawned on me. I live right down the street from THE bakery my Mom got her's from....duh! Duh! Duh! Duh! "Go ask them brainstorm!" I said to myself. So I did. They said "yes, we sell them...but you are gonna have to wait".

So I waited... I waited a year and a half. I did what any desperate girl would do...I stalked the Bakery Men. Don't judge. I did what I had to do...took them coffee & donuts, check in every two weeks or so. I was a pain in the ass, but I think they liked me for it...I hope. 

Finally, I got the call and I purchased what was soon to be the future Sparkling Art Mobile. It was definitely a good day. Sometimes I feel like I adopted something, not just purchased an inanimate object made of aluminum and tires...but I agreed to something that would develop and grow and transform...into something beautiful...of my own creation.