Custom order cross
Once I start one of these
I find it incredibly hard to
walk away in the middle.
Patience ain't my virtue, y'all.
makes the walking away from that
acceptable because CABS.
There are many many in my kiln right now
and that sound y'all can't hear
is my inner child
singing a song she wrote
MINE, MINE, MINE
(all the cabs are MINE!)
Here's a sneak peek at one~
Sunday rolled around again,
and y'all know what that means.
Sandy toes, wet hair, lots of awesome.
Random stranger Zen ~
Her giveadamn is most definitely busted.
Face down in the sand
working on my summer tan
reaching out to take God's hand.
Life is good, y'all.