It’s September. That means the deadlines for Christmas craft fairs and shop orders are all looming scarily over me, and I am in barely-concealed-panic mode, trying to get ready for them. I am in the studio every morning, every evening, and occasional afternoons besides. I am surprised the cats still recognize me.
And today something snapped and I decided to do something I generally avoid when scrambling like this: I played.
I made some bottles. I’ve never done that before.