A Corgi Co-Pilot

Just in case you were wondering . . . an artist's life never runs like clockwork.  Unless the clock in mention is the one from the Tea Party which was full of butter and crumbs.  And yesterday, after the Auction Dress, I hit the wall.  Throwing caution to the wind and four dogs in my little car, we all went on a fabric buying trip down south, stopping at every beach and park along the way.  A Grand Explore for sure.  And we were rewarded for our journey with a storm which hung right off the coast, never quite hitting full on.  The beaches were blessedly empty of people and rival dogs and my four reveled in gale force winds, huge crashing surf, gulls who never needed to flap their wings sailing overhead, and umm . . .lots of wet sand.  Here is Fox, my co-pilot, begging for an after beach Pringle and guarding my new purple fabric destined for a dress traveling to Afghanistan.  Can you see it in my bag? The glorious Auction Dress which was in my life for much too short a time. And yes. I do feel better.  Thanks.