We got a huge amount done at the photoshoot today, but didn’t quite finish up, so I’m tucked up at the Armstrong Hotel in the groovy downtown of Fort Collins, but wishing I were in my own bed, with the cats. Of course my water is off and my car battery can’t keep a charge cause of my headlight stuck in my crumpled hood, but OTHER THAN THAT home sounds nice.

My editor, Tricia, accepted my Mixed Media manuscript today, which made me happy. She had some great suggestions for tying the four sections of the book together; Sewn Beadwork, Embellishment, Stringing, and Metal and Wire, and I’m working on that.

Bria sent me pictures of Snicket as a kitten, and of course they broke my heart. Was he ever that tiny? Poor little muffin. He was only eight years old, strong, healthy, and happy. It hurts.

Snicket as a kitten