Tracy would like to interrupt her regularly scheduled stint of beading to bring you this new post. Being previously uninspired she feels she may have let her readers down. Her profuse, and perhaps profound, apologies. Having recieved one comment this evening, She is excited, exhilarated and perhaps even ready to write again. Perhaps.
Surprisingly enough, there have been no catastrophic mishaps to write about. Aside from the usual clumsiness and the lovely array of beads that broke when she tried to balance a shot glass of beads on two fingers, while rummaging through beads spilled on the same palm of her hand that was balancing the glass. An accident waiting to happen. Boy, did it happen.
On other notes, the plan for the evening has been foiled by the weather. As Tracy prepared to put culinary genious to work in the kitchen, she was pretty sure she was going to melt and/or expire from heat exhaustion. Thus the mission was aborted immeadiatly.
And so ends the update of the happenings of Infamous Tracy Lowe, who today just wants to blend in (except for sticking out in a new silk skirt).
Ten Four.
Surprisingly enough, there have been no catastrophic mishaps to write about. Aside from the usual clumsiness and the lovely array of beads that broke when she tried to balance a shot glass of beads on two fingers, while rummaging through beads spilled on the same palm of her hand that was balancing the glass. An accident waiting to happen. Boy, did it happen.
On other notes, the plan for the evening has been foiled by the weather. As Tracy prepared to put culinary genious to work in the kitchen, she was pretty sure she was going to melt and/or expire from heat exhaustion. Thus the mission was aborted immeadiatly.
And so ends the update of the happenings of Infamous Tracy Lowe, who today just wants to blend in (except for sticking out in a new silk skirt).
Ten Four.
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