The Rock Shop Tess Reagan
Perched on the side of the road, at my lake house in Enfield, N.H. there is a small fixture with a sign that reads: The Rock Shop. This is where I sell hand painted rocks. For the past ten summers, several hours have been spent painting ordinary river rocks into a variety of creatures and logos including Boston Red Sox B’s, ladybugs, Mystery Machines, vegetables, ice cream cones, and countless other designs and images. The creations are sold in a self-serve manner operated by a small, glass money jar. All rocks are priced on the backside. Locals, annual visitors, and strollers whom happen to stumble upon the shop during their visit to the lake are among The Rock Shop’s customers. Often times special request notes are left in the money jar asking for a specific name or certain image to be painted on a rock. The painting is done in my house at a nifty craft table. The table is paint splattered and obviously well used by a passionate artist. The rocks that I paint are collected from rivers because those are the smoothest, but several are also collected from sheer luck off stumbling upon them while on a walk down the road or in the middle of a hiking trip. 6