Granny Smith

Yesterday I was looking through my "files" of photos of Fimo necklaces, earrings, etc. My so-called files are envelopes stuffed with unorganized prints. I ran across snap after snap of pieces that I have no memory of creating nor of to whom they were sold or given as gifts. I'll share one or two with you here. I suspect that the pig pen was made for Daria. Right?

It was a very nice activity for a wild, windy, rainy day, of which we have had several lately. But we were in a warm house with Mozart piano concertos on the CD player and each of us at our respective computers.