And us. Us imbibing too many cuba libres.
And shrub.
And Trader Joe's fizzy pink wine.
Ever have a week-long hangover? Yeah, I'm there. And one of my grad students keep sneaking up behind me and saying "Hi Heather" in a real creeper voice, which is hilarious, but I think I'm jumping more than I usually would.
April trade fair? A rousing success. And after such a long winter, it turned into a rampage in the evening. Oh my word. That was the best, awesomest, amazingest, WEIRDEST trade fair...no, any event...that I've been to. Anything that involves an antique prosthetic leg moves to the front of the pack.
So, I'm alive, but barely. My 36 year old body can't take blowouts like that. It was just what I needed to get back in the game, though, and remind me of how much I love that geographic area and that hobby. I've been jonesing for the weekend so I can pick up needle and thread again.
Oh, and Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch did NOT show up to camp with me. Ahem. I forgive them, though.
And that's about all I have of note to mention right now, other than I splurged on some new cowboy boots. Yee haw!
Here, look at Grueze's painting of a French peasant girl c 1770-80. What a sweet way to tie up a lappet cap!
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