MJP and I moved my studio today. And now I can’t move a muscle. My achin’ back. Ow, ooh, ouch, and all that. I’m not the girl I used to be.

Now that that is done, there is a giant easel in my livingroom, because it will not fit in my garage. Somebody buy it please.

Up until today, I have been moving all the small stuff carload by carload while getting all the work completed for Goodbye Mrs. Beasley, which is finally done. Now I’m back to working on It’s Mostly About Me and Much Less About You. Back on track, but lots and lots to do. I have everything mapped out to do in 80 days, but can I do it is the question. It’s the stitchery that takes forever.

I am excited about going to Nashville. I am only going to be there for the weekend of the opening, but I really look forward to it – and some southern hospitality. There really aren’t people around these here parts like there are in the south. It’s damn refreshing.

Oh my, I really can’t get up from this chair. I am so wiped out, I can’t believe it. Someone get me some heavy duty pain killers and a stiff drink.