What I am not a fan of is giving up my sandals and the beach and toes in the sand. Toes that 8 months out of the year boast cute little rings that make me happy when I look down at them. Yesterday was the day of giving in though, of taking them off in order to wear something called a "closed toe" shoe. The sad of it, y'all. The sad.
I'm consoling myself this morning with fat fluffy marshmellows melting in a big ole cup of hot chocolate. I'm also feeling the thrill after an excellent football win, the sort which reminds you that your team is the best team and no other team is as good as your team because your team is the best team and Yay, team!
I've beaded some since we last spoke. This smaller cross was a custom order based on the larger. I got to work with my very talented cabinet maker friend again, and he made a handful of the smaller crosses using scraps of beautiful woods. They're gorge, y'all.
And then there's this.
This guy makes me laugh.
Plus he's cute and loves the beach as much as I do,
so much that he went in the ocean with me in January.
We'll see.
Plus he's cute and loves the beach as much as I do,
so much that he went in the ocean with me in January.
We'll see.
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