Time for a new pair of earrings

Every year in August since my mother passed, I fly out to Arkansas and my step-father and I drive to the 4 Corners area of the United States for a couple of weeks.

This is our 4th trip. Mom died in 2021, and this year we will be staying mostly in the Crested Butte area of Colorado. We'll be doing a lot of exploring and my step-father has a little gold-panning set-up that we will be having fun with during our daily excursions.

This is the time of year when I make myself a pair of earrings for the trip. Last year's pair, pictured below, was great fun and really captured the spirit of the trip since we spent most of our time around old ruins. I promptly sold them, however, around Christmas, and now they belong to a lovely lady who is a pottery instructor.

What design will be born this week?

I think I want some color for this trip, since the flowers should be beautiful in Colorado this time of year.

Today, I'll be doing some more experimenting with porcelain clay jewelry, and the batch of earrings I made last week go into the kiln for their first fire.

I'm really looking forward to seeing where that direction in jewelry design goes, and trying not to get too impatient with the learning curve it requires.

This week has been rough for me physically. I am dealing with a die-off reaction from the newest protocol I'm on for psoriasis. I was in the clear for 5 months, but when we started to go after the fungal stuff, my body became overburdened and I have a mild breakout on my body, and a severe breakout on my head.

Healing takes time, but man, this sucks.

I get a hair cut today and I've debated off and on all week about canceling it. Fortunately, my hairdresser has psoriasis too, so she's pretty cool about dealing with my head when I'm having a break out. I'm still self-conscious about it though.

Thank God for nice people!

Random fact about me: I would rather drive a standard shift than an automatic.

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