I thought I could slip out to my lovely studio office to answer email and write this blog, but Sadie and Bernice had other ideas. So, it was back to the house to get them. Guess next time, I’ll just bring them out with me in the first place.

I had a lovely, lazy weekend. Just Sadie and Bernice and me–and a succession of books. The lake is conducive to reading–and taking naps. When I first arrive, I usually just sleep for a while–why fight the inevitable? The place is so peaceful, so quiet, and there’s something soothing about all

Than the polymer clay you’re working with. Yesterday, I used the wrong side of a blade, intending to slice clay, and sliced my finger instead. Nothing serious, but typing with a band-aid on is a little tricky! I have a newfound respect for tools–just glad it wasn’t a grinder or a power saw. Lesson learned: pay attention. I’m always daydreaming about some story I want to write.

Injury not withstanding, yesterday was a great day. My dad, Skip Lael, came to visit and see the progress on the barn, along with his friend, Jon Millard, who took some wonderful pictures.