Working on my tumbled glass with visions of it really being sea glass. I can dream and spin my wild imagination. It's lots of fun smashing those glass bottles. As the hammer comes down I think unkind thoughts!
The neighbors look at me a little funny smashing bottles in the side yard. They ask no questions. Today I had to smash a few inside the garage. Still hobbling around not able to walk much.
The pain has eased somewhat. GRRRR, hate being incapacitated. Two weeks and the stitches come out.
Working on my FAUX beach glass jewelry. Now gotta find an outlet to sell my works of art.
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