As the mess on my desk attests, I haven't been spending a lot of time in my studio.See the empty dog crate? That was Maggie's palace, her safe place. She slept there, she hid there, she chewed her rawhide bonies there.... Nowhere in the house do I feel her absence so acutely.
But... time marches on. Today, I decided to brave the studio and clean up the mess.
Once that was done, I started work on Tiffany's newest pony bridle.I'm not going to lie--it was hard sharing the space with Maggie's ghost. Still, it feels good to be working again. Life is slowly getting back to normal.