Sometimes, when your alter ego gets all worked up over something, you just have to let them work through it, even if it means that a Fab then doesn’t have time to write entertaining and enlightening posts to her darling readers. This has been the case the last several weeks. That Mary has been all fraught with notions on The Tree of Life.
Ok, the notions didn’t take up all the time (when do they ever – except when Congressmen and Senators decide that a notion would play better as an emergency?). Where was I? Oh, notions not needing much of an investment of time or attention. Notions that turn into ideas and then decorative wall hangings are an entirely different matter.
Chalkware, instead of allowing the Fab to write and post, that horrible Mary invested our time in drawing and carving, mould making and mixing and poring and curing and painting. Well, she did. This is what she did with our time.
Then this …
I don’t think she has it out of her system yet. Mary was mumbling something about Saint Jude, Sunny, and Stars I hope she isn’t going to lump them all together. She might though, never know.