Sometimes my work table looks like it belongs in the garage--
more hardware store than art supplies.
Especially when it's time to make a little robot.
The drying rack (which is really just a flipped-over box fan on a milk crate) is covered in clouds and pears that want to be finished today. There are also mushrooms, apples, and strawberries in the works but those will have to wait their turn.
The day after tomorrow we're heading off to Walla Walla Washington (that name still makes me giggle) to get our baby girl all moved into her dorm room. There wil be too many hugs and kisses, and tears. Yes, I'm one of those moms.