I need a new studio, desperately.
I went to my storage unit at lunchtime. Mainly to get a sewing machine to use to make masks, but believe me, nothing is coming out of that place until it all comes out. My Tetris skills were in full force the day I packed that sucker.
A piece of fabric arrived from Liberty, it was supposed to be for masks for me and my friends but it’s way too lovely to be chopped up. I feel bad.
I told Marmalade about this conundrum, she sent me a drawing, a visualisation of me lying face down on my bed on the fabric. I sent her a picture of me with the fabric on my head and a big sherry in my hand.
I think we’re all glad it’s Friday.
fat tart 