Usually in the winter my Multiple Muse Disorder flares up. The cold, short days find me curled up in my living room chair, surrounded by little dogs, thinking up things to make. I should be in the studio working on my latest illustration, but sometimes the Muses fight and I sit back and roll with it. Combine this with finalizing the task of organizing the lovely yarn I inherited from my beautiful sister-in-law, and strange things happen.
Leaving in a square cardboard space craft and traveling 3000 land miles, the welcome must have been overwhelming and that makes me smile!