I have to say I'm just overwhelmed with my own popularity. Perfectly exhausted by the notoriety. I mean, bombarded day and night (but not, like, in a row) by fan mail, and "you're in my treasury" convos. Mon Dieu, how many treasuries can one artiste be in, in 38 days?
Seven. (I just counted). It's seven. (Ah, the magic of tagging and prosaic, tediously descriptive item titles).
Check this shit out (in chronological order):
camel kissing one, but it's my favorite ever so I couldn't leave it out. And how cool Sandra put me in hers with Leslie, Cindy and Mary Jane and their gorgeous stuff! Thanks Sandra! What an honor! The green one reawakened my obsession with felt bowls, and I'm totally intrigued by Aslancrafts' polymer clay beads. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a clay hand and some vanilla buttercream soap. And some Red Hill Beads. And a leather rabbit mask.
I have to start making treasures--with the Treasury East thing you don't have to circle like a vulture all day long waiting for a spot to open up. It will give me something new to check obsessively during the day. ("Did my treasury make it to the front page? Not yet. ... OK, how about now? ... Dang! ... OK--Now! DANG!")
Wow, my horn kind of hurts. I think I was tooting it too vigorously.