Wow, what a week -- or two or three. Work has threatened -- and at times made good on said threat -- to bury me all but alive. But like the now-silvery end of February, golden daffodils spring up to say "how's it goin'?" to March which is all but upon us.
However, we have more serious weather threats here in the South -- of course. Isn't March the month that comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb? We'll see. It's supposed to SNOW this weekend? Ha, you say? Well, read 'em and weep. One of Georgia's worst snow/ice storms was in March on a Friday the 13th -- uh oh. Just like this year, eh? Well, let's cross our fingers.
A couple of faces I am working on -- still in pen and ink black and white form. Going into journals and probably on some cards. Mmm.... fuzzy, aren't they? It's time for more batteries, I bet.
Just using an editor's red pencil one day...
This one is called Migraine The Braineater. Yep, that's how I feel and think I look after one of those headcrackers. Yep, those are utensils for earrings...