It’s been a total Miss Fishapalooza around here, just her and I, and sometimes Simon. She’s six years old now, set in her ways but still frisky.
I love her kohl-lined eyes, her little brown patch, her whisker-freckles and her ears, shaped like the wings in our beadwork.
I’m strangely wrung out today; I can’t quite seem to get enough done in each day, no matter how many hours I work. I’m on a bit of a timeline, now, so I’m trying to be aware and realistic about my plans.
I did get some beautiful shots that I’d been hoping for. With some pieces that I’ve had for months, it’s been nice to have the turn of the season to help my shots. Fall and winter light is beautiful for what I’m doing.
Yesterday, I tied one a ZigWing bangle by Angela Wallis into four different flower shapes, BECAUSE I COULD.
It didn’t mind.