Today I did not live — I blundered. Everything I attempted turned sour, so I’m having an early night before doing any more damage.

My son made the model for my photo today. I couldn’t be trusted to touch anything.

Posted by:elizabeth

Full-time entrepreneur, part-time ukulele plinker, occasional photographer, skin care fanatic, moderately-successful gardener, unapologetic crazy cat lady, creative soapmaker, happy hen keeper, and enthusiastic birdwatcher.