Three minutes after posting my first few lines, and I feel as though I've just barely licked the beater instead of feeling as though I've just downed the plate of shortbread. I was really going for the full, satisfied, "that'll do," feeling that you get when you've finished all that you possibly can in a given time. However, I still have an hour until anybody comes home. The house is spotless. The dog is asleep. All mid-stitched crafts are actually done. (what universe am I living in... there are at least seventeen skeins of yarn with half of a something started on them, but I don't feel like getting those out.) Ah! I have time to figure out how to post a picture!
Let's try.
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A tiny moss terrarium. Free moss. Saved glass container. Tiny handmade clay amanita muscaria.
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| I like hiding them around the house. I don't have a magazine rack by the jon, but you can watch my terrariums as the condensation drips down the glass sides! |
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| Ready to locate any dropped moss and scatter throughout the home. |
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