the apple cat has showed up again. i will have to write her into a story for sure. i'm just not sure how to do so.
i have a certain portuguese pastry on the brain. if i could conjure one up right now i would do it in an instant. nom nom nom. it's probably a good thing that i don't wield such awesome power. i would quickly outgrow the boundaries of my room.
i'm working on wee felt bunnies and blown eggs. the colors of felt and dye and glitter are drool-inducing. i would not at all mind ballet flats in every color. i may well have to learn to make ballet flats. it shouldn't prove too difficult.
wellidy. i go.