I have seriously missed it. Depression is like death inside. I envy those people who can pour out their grief into art and doing. Me, I barely exist... Bleh.
Anyway, I took pictures of all my books which are finished. It was weird to go through the house and find all the half-folded books I've squirreled away on random shelves and dresser tops. My hubsand is very patient.
Here are a couple of pictures of what I've put in the shop. Just to prove I'm living again.