It’s no one’s responsibility to tell you what your “issues” are, Cynthia, and, contrary to popular thinking, most will not. Which pretty much means there’s only one person you can trust in such matters, and it ain’t me.
Walk like an Egyptian,
How apropo is that? That’s just it. It’s also no one’s responsibility to tell me what my life looks like. Which pretty much means it’s also not their right. I get to do that. Period. No one else.
We knew that, right?
Had a different weekend than what I had planned. The weather didn’t pan out and I forgot it was my weekend to answer phones at the 12-step group phone bank. Did not get outside and do one darned thing to the garden. Growing like weeds…
Dinner out Friday night yielded lots of fun and this bill. Cracked me up! I’m the appetizer! Oh, and I’m FREE! Don’t I wish.
I did get the new round of inspired designs onto bag templates and started working on the blackberry design. (Don’t worry, those of you expecting work from me, it’s cool) I’m particularly excited about that blackberry bag. It’s just building itself.
I did more work after taking the photo, which of course doesn’t do it justice…