A pincushion of blisters.
That’s me.
And this state of poison ivy-ness is not inspiring me to write.
At all.
Or paint.
At all.
I’d try to sew but I fear a slip of the needle and a catastrophic “POP!”
So, I’m left to sulk and swell.
Is there a Facebook group for that?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
