My mother was a restorer, she repaired broken things. I don't do that. I destroy things. I cannot go the straight line. I must destroy, rebuild, destroy again. My rhythm is not the same. My mother moved in a straight line: I go from one extreme to the other.
Today I received an email asking for a few 'gunnas'* for the next red carpet event. As if I didn't have any lovely pieces I could easily send today. I have decided to embark myself in a 38 hour frenzy ,making a few pieces I think would be much nicer for the wonderful candidate.
There is nothing better than an impossible deadline to get one's life back in track...specially after a week or so living in limbo....
In anticipation of a couple of sleepless nights and overdosing in chocolate and coffee...I wish you all a wonderful weekend !