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It worked!

Thanks for all the good wishes.

We had a great art fair and the weather was absolutely perfect.

For a minute I thought we must be somewhere other than Houston.

NO humidity what so ever.

Brilliant.

AND I met this really neat little old guy and we chatted forever about jewelry making.

Loved him.

Never had such a good conversation about flux and firescale.

Today I feel shattered.

Everything hurts and I even had to get out of bed early because my legs hurt so much that I thought I needed both hips replaced. Like immediately.

Man!

How do all the other people do it?

Am I the only weenie around?

So today, after I had to take Advil (double weenie) I’m off out to the studio to either try my hand at sand casting again, or to finish up my painting.

I’ve cast two things so far. One with the bad sand which I sent back, and one with the good sand which I’m actually thinking is also bad sand because there’s no way the pathetic lump of silver that emerged from the mold could be my fault.

Bit of a let down really.

Not going to give up though.

I’ve also come up with a better way to cut my jump rings so I’ll be writing about that (Gale) as soon as I get back to jewelry making.

Might be a while with the old hips playing up though.

So, $2,500 is going off to Care.

Thanks for all the good wishes and to the weather god.

I think I love you…


This time.

I sent my jewelry earnings to –

Care.

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Just thought you’d like to know.

So, moovin’ on, before it all gets a little overwhelming in the, what the hell’s happening to the world, department, here are a few things I’ve been doodling.

I call this my, What in god’s name are you aiming for here then, period.

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But here’s a relatively normal one.

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 O.K. perhaps marginally normal.

So as my trip to Spain looms nearer, my life has become more and more fraught with anxiety. Who on this planet wouldn’t want a trip to Spain you might wonder? Well, except for the Spaniards that answer would be – me.

The reasons being …

1. I have to board an airplane. Fortunately I have been saving up my Xanax stash for just this kind of emergency.

2. Not only do we have to land in England, because that’s where all my relatives live and it would be a bit rude to go to Spain and not pop in and say hi, we then have to land in Gibraltar.

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Which, according to the t.v. programme, The Top Ten Most Dangerous Airports in the World, is one of the top ten most dangerous airports in the world. I think I’m going to ban t.v. from my entertainment lineup and take up drinking instead. (Oh wait, I already do that).

And yes, the airport does cross the road, but apparently the danger comes from the wind currents that come around that big hulking rock.

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And I’m sure the fact that the runway goes straight into the sea doesn’t help much either.

After that we hire a car and go to the part of Spain where my brother in law’s wedding is to be held.

NORMAL people, wouldn’t make their favourite sister in law suffer like this. Just sayin’

3. I have to buy clothes for the wedding.

I’m not going to go into this here, but as I’ve not been able to get out of my black t-shirt and jeans look for years and years now, this is proving to be a bit of a problem. You see, black t-shirts and jeans means that people don’t look at you, and you can move about undetected, and unbothered, and just do your stuff without having to worry about it. Weddings are not conducive to jeans and black t-shirts – funerals are O.K. however.

So, except when I’ve been ignoring the whole darn thing, I’ve been working on getting over it. I’ve concluded that I just need to bung something not black and not jeansey on, and simply shut my eyes through the whole day. If I can’t see anyone, they can’t see me – right? Oh, and there’s always the alcohol.

4, We have to fly back from Gibraltar. (Did I mention that it’s one of the top ten most dangerous airports in the world?)

And

5. We have to fly back from London.

This all involves landing you understand.

So, I’m off to the mall now with N who is NOT the best person in the universe to shop with as she’s as insecure as I am. I’m sure we’ll be alright, and if we’re not, there’s always the alcohol.

And here is a little picture of a happier child in need, if there is such a thing, just so I don’t leave you miserable from the Care picture above.

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Don’t say I don’t worry about you.

And this creepy monk guy,

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He’s worried about you too.

Oh, and here’s a picture of Wally in the sink.

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He’s worried about everything.

This guy.

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He could care less.

Shame on him!


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