So here's the thing. One day, what seems like a long time ago, I woke up decidedly unwell. Many, many months later I find myself still less-than-average. I guess there's only so much a witch doctor, a holiday and yoga classes can do.
Annoyingly, regrettably, chronic health issues have got the better of me. I haven't made a thing for nearly a year now. Being homeless and studio-less doesn't help. And so, in an act of surrender I'm putting the dog to bed. Shutting up shop.
This was never part of the plan. But I need to get my stupidly good health back. So that's what I'm doing. It consumes all of my time. Living a weird, unfamiliar life right now but this is how it has to be. For a while.
I hope to be back. I can't conceive that these hands will never make another thing. Ever.