Forgot the title...

And a rousing HA to my anon pal in ATL, see previos comment, because the UPS truck made it through the ice and snow of Florida and delivered my boards and the back order of encaustic paints and I scurried right back to the studio and finished the set!
I think I'm stopping at 9 for now, because I almost have to double it to get to a 4x4 set. I certainly have lots of photographs still waiting to be attended to, but I think I already picked the better chains. We'll see. Of course I am posting it here because I have no where else to have anybody see it. Sigh. I am fully aware I am not ready to start sending off encaustic work as finished mature stuff, but I do really like these as a unit. Maybe some opportunity will present itself other than an Open Studio (which certainly doesn't have a huge turn-out hereon the veldt!)

So, returning to the Horror-Scope for the day, sounds good, eh? Except that I am supposed to keep my opinions to myself, like THAT would happen.

Today feels like a day overflowing with opportunities, yet you may find it difficult to keep your opinions to yourself. Even if you're leaning toward a positive assessment of the potential, it's hard to *make something tangible happen. Be careful, for you can become overbearing if you don't monitor your own feelings. You cannot manifest every great idea, so practice letting your dreams and fantasies freely float away. The most important visions will return with even more vivid detail.

Yesterday I had two more studio visitors- the two women who had stashed their dog there next to mine. They started work on theirs and I am now feeing under the gun on mine too. And out of the blue I got an email from Laurie yesterday offering to come HELP glue lace to Lacey! I hope I didn't appear too eager for the company, but I 'jump in it' as that Russian with the miniature giraffe says in the commercial... So Laurie is coming today to help me *MAKE SOMETHING TANGIBLE HAPPEN and I am thrilled even if she just sits and talks to me as I stick stuff to stuff in extreme boredom with the process. Maybe I would like this better if it were MY dog, but it's too be auctioned off and I wave it bye bye in a short time. And I am scared to death no one will bid on a lace covered dog...

So, it's off to the showers and another adventure. Sure beats shoveling snow.

Sandy (who seems to have lost her signature today!)