Michael is moving up and moving out and I am feeling sad and nostalgic. I am enamored by our quick close friendship, and I'm glad that it's not ending and he's not moving away.
I am also realizing that when people ask me what I make and what sort of artist I am, i stutter and fumble and end up sounding like I don't know what I'm talking about, rather than just being straight up and opinionated. I know exactly what i'm talking about.
I sold 35 necklaces at Bizarre Market in three weeks, and two days ago I moved into my Visarts studio.
Most things are coming up roses.