It has not been a quiet week in the Baggaraggs.
There has been a bout of bronchitis that seems happy to have made its home in the airways of the inhabitants,
The rain has persisted daily,
Providing the perfect environment for mosquitoes, pool algae, and polywogs.
And then Trudy retired from her vocation, her "life long calling," as she liked to say, as a Psychic.
I don't know about Trudy's early predictions, but this later period of her career was infused with dire predictions of horrific deaths, global disasters, and an unhealthy preoccupation with poison.
Her clients grew depressed and anxious, many hospitalized with PTSD, at her graphic predictions of their last moments on Earth.
After a bit, there were no more clients, and Trudy's life long calling shrank to predictions of her own demise.
"Well, I guess tomorrow I will go and make arrangements for my funeral," she said somewhat angrily.
"What?" I coughed.
I have suggested it might be better to have lunch with friends, but Trudy's suggestion of a casket picnic has put even her closest friends ...off.
I'm hoping you can help her.
I have my hands full here.
Sure, she looks a little angry.
I admit that.
But who isn't a little moody from time to time.

Its been a couple of years since I have blogged. I have been on Facebook and have ignored this space where I once spent so much time. I find that it is calling me back though, so here I am.
                                                     This is Prunella. I began using these reverse nose figures last year at Halloween while making inventory for the Spirits in Sanford show. I like them. It gives some dimension to her face and is a little outrageous.
                                                       You can find her here: Prunella
Are you interested in learning to do a NOSE like this? Let me know.
Peace out, Robin