It snowed here yesterday.
I’m back.
With a creak and a moan in my cold bones.
The poppies seem to have whiskers enough to keep their greening and growing.
I on the other hand am cursing this faffity weather.
I’ve got weather whiplash.
Little Mac came home to me this afternoon with a hard drive wiped clean and a bunch of updated programs that I do not understand. Humph. No wonder I feel standoffish.
There’s more than the weather though. My friend Kristen said it best when she mentioned that she was witnessing growing pains with The Noisy Plume. I don’t know whether I should succumb to the sale of my entire soul or just keep parting it out, piece by piece, to you wonderful ladies who guard it so safely.
I’m getting too big for my britches. What does that even mean anyway?
I DON’T KNOW.
A teaser sneak peak of the goodness I’ll be putting in the Etsy shop tomorrow! Plenty of mookaite, turquoise, chalcedony, fossilized coral, chrysoprase and imperial jasper…among other things.
Jeepers.
I feel a bit dorky.
I’ve been told I’m a bit dorky.
But today I’m actually feeling like a giant dorkazoid.
I wrote my third and almost final art history exam this morning. I made a set of celebratory cinnamon buns and bread since I’ve only got to memorize 50 more works or art, artist names and dates of completion before the end of May. I surely do wish you could all make an appearance for fresh cinnamon buns (or rolls as the Americans like to call them). They are perched on top of the counter across the kitchen from me. Still warm.
RW and I are going to get too plump and then I’ll be even more-too-big-for-my-britches.
Why don’t you all live a little closer to me?
Huh?
XO
Plumie