pinning the eel

I should have done this days ago, sewn on this snap.

Firstly, because it’s easier to sew things onto beadwork before it is spikily horned. Secondly, because it’s better to sew things at their actual curvature, so that you aren’t accidentally informing a structure that it can be whatever it feels like. I like to pull it snug at the shape I want it to naturally assume. So…  don’t be like me. Sew your snap on as soon as you have enough to sew it to. And dart through it again every time you are in the neighborhood.

I’ve got one of the onion-cut garnets tied on with a little thread, to see how I like it. (You can probably see the thread if you look closely.) I’m just trying it on- I’ll probably match the gemstone to the Underskirts, as soon as I figure out if they are going to be dark red or ocean blue. I have a whole rainbow of stones, pieces I picked out for the Treasure Boxes. I’m almost finished making them- this is a particularly fun wave, because we are now into strata of my life that have so far been untouched by man, woman or beast for years.

I’ve been thinking for months, you know, tedious quantities of thinking have been stacked up, and now the lizards and I begin to unfurl. I hope they aren’t burdened with too many thoughts while they wait. Miss Fish was fascinated by a cactus stump yesterday, and while I couldn’t see anything, I didn’t have to be told what was going on. RUSTLING. It’s time for the lizards and I to show what we are made of. I put the cover on the pool yesterday in a strong show of bravado.

Four bound copies of my book arrive tomorrow, UPS, from the snow-buried bindery, advance scouts from snowbound lands.