The weatherman promised sunshine.  So far, it comes and goes.  I’m acting on faith, here.   

So, anyway, this morning I go downstairs to clean up my crafting space–I was in a frenzy yesterday afternoon and evening, after I’d finished my writing for the day, painting and rubberstamping polymer clay like a crazy (see yesterday’s blog) woman–and I DO clean up, but then I start getting ideas and wind up making MORE tiles.  Before I’d even finished my first cup of coffee!   In terms of activities, there’s only one thing I love more than playing with art supplies, and that’s telling

Ever since Laurie Mika’s classes at the CREATE Mixed Media workshop in California, I’ve been spending every spare minute making polymer clay tiles.  It’s a fever, a compulsion.  At first, I worked in my kitchen/breakfast nook area–where I write this blog most mornings–and you can probably imagine the mess!  (Picture an episode of “Hoarders: Buried Alive” and magnify to roughly the scale of Armaggedon.)  Cousin Mary Ann, who keeps house and generally runs the outfit from a practical standpoint, was going crazy, although I have to give her credit, because she hardly complained.    Anyway, I used my weekend, with some