Things are getting desperate. Please send help …

So I just asked P, even though he cares not, whether the subject for my post today should be, (as Nancy suggested), about the tools I use in my studio, or, as I was thinking, the harrowing subject of the colonoscopy as experienced by moi. But he suggested (after a look of abject horror at the mention of the c word), that perhaps instead, I wrote about my inability to get beyond the ptsd I sustained from my past life cleaning experiences.

I told him that I’ve already covered that one, which seemed to surprise him.

As always, a day late and a dollar short P. Time to keep up.

So, today’s post will be postponed due to the bathroom crisis.

(No connection intended.)

(Sorry to all you colonoscopy enthusiasts out there.)

If you don’t hear from me again, it was nice talking with you all.

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Don’t mention the bathroom.

Yesterday’s effort.

And you can believe me when I say, it was a huge effort keeping myself away from the bathroom.

But.

Today is your day Bathroom.

You know how I hate going into the studio. Well it will keep me from you no more!

The suffering ends now.

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(Or maybe at the weekend) …

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A sad day for the studio.

I’m liking it a little more after I cleaned it up yesterday.

And here’s something I worked on earlier in the week.

This one’s huge. A little different for me.

Both are on Etsy now.

So, what to do today?

Unfortunately I’m torn between cleaning and making. I hate decisions like this. Invariably the cleaning doesn’t win, but I think the house is getting a bit desperate now.

Oh misery, and sadness. It’s out with the duster I suppose :(

I’ll be O.K. I’ll be O.K. I’ll be O.K. ….

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