This flu is sneaky stuff. It’s easy to think you’re over it, then find out you’re not. So if you have it, or even think you’re getting it, be careful. REST.
Plans for today are pretty low-key. Work on an outline, and do some art–that’s about it for this cowgirl.
I watch the “Carol Duval Show” pretty faithfully–TIVO it, along with “Crafters Coast to Coast” and “That’s Clever”. Yesterday, they ran a segment on the CDS that really interested me. Artist Trading Cards. These little works of art are about the size of a baseball card, and are usually collaged. I’d heard of them before, but seeing the segment re-inspired me to rummage through my stash. (A task in itself–I don’t like to venture into my craft storage room without a big game rifle and Indiana Jones for back-up.) Sure enough, I had the blank cards. I’m going to make a few. Now, for somebody to trade with.
I had some success transferring photo-copied images onto polymer clay yesterday. This is a crap-shoot, governed by its own mysterious cosmic laws. In other words, sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. I’m devilishly persistent when doing something like this–when I’m 80, I’ll probably still be giving you reports on the latest image transfer method.
I’ve been getting some very nice feedback on “Deadly Gamble” and “Deadly Deceptions”. Mojo Sheepshanks rides again! Thanks so much for joining Mojo, Tucker and me on the latest ghost-hunt.