I made a ladybug and a macaron today in my afternoon class with Jackie.
One is a pin cushion, the other is a waxer. Both need additional fiddling before I'll be happy, but I could say I'm going home with two completed projects. It would be stretching it, but I could say it.
Tomorrow will be the last day. I look forward to this event all year, and it vanishes in seconds. I have one last day of each of my classes, one last morning to meander around the boutique, and one last chance to see people from around the country and the world whom I only see here.
It's enough to make a grown woman cry . . .