My birthday is coming up in December. I’m sure many of you are reacting to that news by thinking, “I only have $15,000 to spend on Wendy’s birthday present. What in the world will I get her?” Not to worry. I would be thrilled to get a needlepoint pillow by Brigid Berlin, and what do you know…it fits your budget perfectly!
If you are a youngster who doesn’t know who Brigid Berlin is, I guess I will forgive you. However, if you are an Edie Sedgwick fan who doesn’t know who Brigid is, I do NOT forgive you and am, in fact, on my way to your house right now to beat your ass. If you’re someone who knows of Brigid only through your Andy Warhol books, I urge you to see Pie in the Sky, an engrossing, Grey Gardens-esque documentary about post-Andy Brigid.
Looking at Brigid’s pillows reminds me of a beyotch who commented on my jewelry prices on another blog. According to her, my price should be pretty much double the cost of the gold used, and that’s that. Oh, maybe I could throw in a $50 tip for myself, but apparently I don’t deserve any money for labor (including not just my intensive labor, but the U.S.-based manufacturing labor that I pay other people a lot of money to perform) or design, originality or rarity, not to mention all the other expenses of having a business that must be included in product costs if you don’t want to go bankrupt. I keep envisioning this genius telling Warhol or Van Gogh or Picasso that their paintings are worth ONLY double the price of their paint set and canvas, nothing more. Not that I put myself in the league of artists like that; I’m just making a point about her reasoning. I’m sure this chick would go to a craft store, price an embroidery kit and tell Brigid Berlin that her pillow should cost exactly twice as much as the price of the kit. I wish that would happen because I’m pretty sure Brigid would skewer her with a knitting needle and eat her, then embroider a pillow about the experience … which you could buy for me for my birthday. Happy ending, y’all!