And there I found myself more truly and more strange

vintage tin bottom, vintage photo, cut up vintage text, pin, lacquer, glue
(diameter 3,3cm/1.3")

And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

You would think that after the Anthropologie issue was so quickly resolved I would be able to breathe easy and feel the anxiety leave my body. Instead I've felt like a giant chewing gum collecting dirt and debris in the pocket that is world. Not that I put used chewing gum in my pocket but you get the picture. I've had the most Asperger week in, like, forever, and it got to the point yesterday where V. asked whether I was high on something since I was acting like a miffed sleepwalker. Today was better but I still feel like my filters are off kilter (how could I resist, huh?) and I'm having much more tics than usual (and that makes for one sore neck). I'd love to fix all this by simply being alone in a quiet room but it's just not working this time. Too many things on the to-do list and creative ideas on the brink of emerging. I'm kind of hyper and exhausted at the same time. I'd really appreciate a personal assistant who could list my books on Etsy and write better and more polite messages to people requesting custom books I don't have the energy to make. Alternatively a pair of mega comfortable and lightweight hearing protectors combined with a break from everyone but friends could work, too.

I'll get back to you guys once I've ticked off some major jobs from my list and decided whether or not I'm catching this cold that hangs in the close vicinity. I won't be gone for long - there are loads of new books to share with you!