Missing my slave

10 days of nonstop beading, talking, eating, beading. My eyes are red my fingertips cracked and bleeding but we have amassed such a pile of pretty, shiney, beaded adornment that it just took our combined breaths away....and thats A LOT OF AIR to set loose on the Okanagan. We took pictures of all of it, a 5 hour endeavor and had to sit down again with high fives all around and congradulatory glasses of wine, gasping at our creative genius. The proof will be in the sale of our jewel children in December in Edmonton. Rita the willing jewelery slave boarded her plane....thank goodness for the metal detectors discovering our favorite pieces cleverly hidden under her layered clothing; and flew back to snowy Edmonton.