All my clothes got worn out.
Yeah, I know.
Just like that!
Every last tee shirt I own is misshapen or has holes in it. Probably due to my dripping pickle on it in the studio.
Got to pay more attention to that.
And this all makes me sad as I do not want to go shop for more.
I hate clothes shopping, almost as much as I hate going to the dentist.
O.K. so that’s a lie.
Dentists are evil and should be avoided at all times.
Unless of course, like me you have a fear of authority and have to do as you’re told even if it does mean facing danger every six months at the hands of the menacingly innocent looking, poky spike thing wielding, hygienist.
Yes, you know who you are…
It’s a good job that I have turned into something of a recluse over the past year and people don’t see my worn out clothes. I’ve even stopped answering the door because I think people will just think I’m the cleaning lady.
And you know how that goes down with the handsome U.P. S. men who’ve got a few minutes on their hands.
Alright, so that was a bit of a day dream right there.
Maybe I really should start getting out more.
So, while my clothes have been sorely neglected (sorry clothes), I’ve been focusing my powers into buying up every last cabochon in the world.
Dr. Evil would be proud of me.
And the madness continues.
Just this morning (thank you Penny) I bought four uncut slabs just because I had to.
I mean, what kind of reason is that!
If someone doesn’t intervene soon I’ll not only be lost beyond help, but naked to boot.
Not a pleasant sight.
In other news.
I’m still working on the Flourish and Thrive course.
Unfortunately, every time I listen to the lessons I fall asleep.
My only hope is that I’m learning how to be a brilliant jewelry entrepreneur subliminally.
I am working on my website – again.
I started it back in 2012, so I’m thinking I’ve maybe got it down now.
I’ve also just finished making a necklace with a wiggly chain.
But, not to worry, I won’t be doing that again.
And I reworked a necklace I made a long while ago by tidying it up a bit and resetting the bezel.
So there you have it my friends.
I might have to check myself into a rehab that specializes in rock habits as soon I’ll be on the streets having spent all my money on cabochons.
But, not to worry, on the good side…
I’ll have the clothes for it.