I’m liking this fortune. Enough of the pretending that I am going to clean my house, organize my studio and weed the garden. Not working makes me crabby and anxious. So, back to my cool, dry (air-conditioned) oasis. Ahhhhh!
I need to get my hands back to wool. I’ve put the toile and tattoo men to the side for a while.
I’ve got poppies and Luna moths on my mind.