I'm sort of freaking out because I haven't got anything done, and my list is in shambles. And I know that glitter is a real pain, but I just can't resist it! It just LOOKS like a celebration.
Finding L.M. Montgomery books in piles on the floor of used-book stores feels just like finding buried treasure. This was in perfect condition when I found it, but three people are reading it now. At the same time.
Blogger hasn't been cooperating with me, and our internet connection is horrid, and our laptop with Photoshop broke down, hence the unplanned blogging hiatus.
I think I broke my speed box-painting record, emulsion smells weird, butterflies are pretty, and Marie Antoinette-themed parties are things to look forward to.