The Spring quickening hustles me along in its skirts. I am preparing for our next Artisan Fayre in something of a flurry, but looking forward to it particularly as it will also be my birthday. Special days can sometimes be especially dismal because it's hard to turn away from the thought of, How would this be if Thomas was here? So, a day of distraction among a great array of art and craftwork and marvellous people will be ideal. Do come and see us if you're near enough. There's cake and tea, of course.
Meanwhile, my postcards are selling at the new Silver and Moor studio.
and I have a new online shop for my originals: https://www.artfinder.com/lunar-hine
Pickle enjoyed dressing up for World Book Week:
and the sun, at last, has done some shining:
As soon as the light reached my brain and my skin felt its first direct star-heat of the year, all became clear to me. An extra six months of risk and worry? Nope. Not worth it. So, no reconstruction for me. I shall join the 'flat and fabulous' sorority and that feels... fine, actually. A relief. They'll fit me up with prosthetics so I can choose when to be flat and when to fake some foobs, but I can't see myself wearing them. We'll see. Now we are back to snow and hail, but my clarity remains and I have my last appointment before surgery on April Fools' Day. Ha ha, chortles the Universe. Ha-dee-ha-dee-ha.
