METAL! by Queens Metal

I'm sick of talking about jewelry, thinking about jewelry, and even making jewelry. I'm sick of lugging my suitcases filled with displays up and down the stairs of my apt. At this point, my fingertips are just ten cracked knobs of black-stained skin.

Luckily, the insanity ended at 4:30 today, when i left the last few boxes with their new owners.

Now it's time for relaxing, eating and letting my poor little fingers heal. For a day or two, at least.

Merry Christmas!