I had fallen out of my creative space. I tried to entice my muse back by clearing up my jewelry studio. She remained elusive. What to do? But apparently, she was telling me what she wanted and I was just too dense to understand. The good news is - the message finally reached me. It was that line - these are the days of roses...
I went digging through my CDs and put on some music in my studio. And my muse came dancing back in the door, bringing soft summer air and birdsong with her.
Together, we made some earrings.
I am looking forward to visiting the big flea market tomorrow!