My wrist is still sore. I have another doctor's appointment next week. I just want this to get better. It still hurts. Ouch! Like I said, I'm stuck here, too.
Polymer clay is sitting around waiting to be made into something. Problem is, even if I carry the clay in my clothing to soften, and I am very gentle when I work the clay, my wrist hurts. It's very sore now. I wish it weren't, but some days, you just have to do something. Today was that day, but I think I'll be sorry tomorrow.
Glass:: I only wish I could turn a mandrel with my wrist. No chance. I am so sorry for that. I love glass! I want to melt glass. Looks like it's going to be a while yet.
Beads:: I want to make beads. Yes, this is a whine, and I would like some cheese with it. Ouch! My wrist hurts even as I type. Ouch!
Whine over. What's new with you?
