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Celebration of Smiles

In January I was at Imaging U.S.A. for the first time.  It was  fantastic. Even the information overload just thrilled the hell out of me. It was funny because the lack of sleep and spicy food had me hot flashing all over the French Quarter.. I know my friends were thinking.. why can't Robin keep up with us? and why is she the color of a tomato?, and there we are .. the conversation comes back to my hormones..

The three things I remember , the things that stand out to me, besides all the great business and marketing advice, was hearing Joyce Tennyson, Arthur Rainville, and Dr. William Magee speak. All separate of course. I was moved by all three of them, Joyce and Arthur talking about art and inspiration, and Dr. Magee about Operation Smile.  This was something I knew I wanted to be a part and put into play when I got home. Last night I signed up with PPA for Celebration of Smiles day April 21.

For $25 dollars you'll receive the gift of a mini-portrait session and a desktop print of yourself or a loved one. You can pick up your portraits at Pied Piper Creamery the next weekend. Thanks Jenny! $24 dollars goes to Operation Smile and 10 sessions can repair a smile. We can do it! Let's schedule so many that we have to fill up all day Sunday too! If you come see me that day in the park I'll put your name in a drawing for a 11x14 portrait of your image just for making the commitment to such a great cause. Love you Nashville! I'm listed on the Celebration of Smiles website under Tennessee.  See all you lovelies soon!

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