I wandered in and out of the studio today just puttering. This square yard of mayhem came out of my Flibbertygibbets bowl below. My Grandma used that word to mean "little bits and pieces of crap that you've gotten on the rug that I have to sweep up"
(Here is someone else's take off on that word. I don't get the connection but she's hilarious.)
It was packed pretty tight in there and so time to weed the bowl out.
Meanwhile, my buddy Jan Thompson has taken to the torch like a duck to water. You could probably talk her into selling you some of these beauties.