Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five

As I emerge from my post-surgery fugue I am starting to feel soooo much better. Turns out that my body was fighting an infection, I had an abscess- ewwwwwwwwww- and those can cause flu-like symptoms.

!!!!!!! So my vaguely-shitty feeling, which lets be honest, was actually really shitty I just didn't wanna be a big whiner, had a totally real cause and is totally really going away!!!!!!!!

The heavens are parting and angelic choirs sing jubilation!

And making things is nice to do again, and even just sitting around is nice to do too...
And I haven't listed any of this stuff yet but I was too eager to wait. Wanted to share my good news and my makies.

I should name this something about friends- Sparrow gave me the focal, 4Ophelia/NearlyLost gave me that amazing fancy bead I've turned into a hook, TeapostandTelephones gave me the oval stones (which I soldered together all cutely, check it) and the decals I put on the focal. Even the tiny pearls were a gift! Cidne of Inheritance Haul fame.

Fancy trinket box lid from Uruguay- I used the hinge for a connector.

Fishbone chain and waxed cord macrame.
What- another tassel-y lariat? No way. This one in glowing ambers with a touch of apple green.

The tiny myrrh beads were also Inheritance haul. I made the amber-ish looking beads, my faux-ancients. Yum.

Oh and I had to keep a bunch of these to make a choker out of. Gosh I love the things I make. Oh yeah, it's that feeling of enjoyment again. I'd forgotten about you!

Like look at that one bright magenta stripe in the middle-ish round bead. What is that? I don't know but it makes me so happy.

I twirled vintage silk cord then waxed the crap out of it, heating to allow it to sink into the fibers. Sterling hook from Inheritance haul.

Beautiful old tin with beautiful old text graphics. Paired with my tiniest beads and some of that fishbone chain.

Chain which had been sitting in front of me for ever, me thinking I'd never find a use for it. And pow, one batch uses it all up. And it's perfect.

I believe these are the very last of the Kathyhaul druzy. And the rose gold thingy is from Patroness, used to house the birdie that went on to become this:
 Nocturne- delicate assemblage bracelet in black with mixed metals 
More little strands of myrrh, with tiny seeds between each nug.

Some of my connectors I didn't sell because I wanted to play with them myself.

Do you see, Miss Linda of TeapotsandTelephones, just how much I've enjoyed these goddamn decals? I mean, where'd they come from? They are so superior to all others I've seen anywhere. Though it also turns out you can make your own decals- there's decal printer paper out there, mm-hmm.
OK, ok, ok. Can we stop and squee over these teeeny tiny earrings here? Can we just? Go ahead, I'll give you a moment.
Look how tiny they are:
OK, now I have to measure everything, describe it in glowing terms, come up with some fancy names.... arg. So if any of you want any of the above and want to tell me right quick, you'll be saving me a heap of work.
Or not, that's cool. I'm just not sweating it anymore.

Oh also another thing that happened - since I mentioned my surgery on Instagram, two dear friends from college and from my 20s contacted me to check in. It was amazing. My college girl, she still regularly pops up in my dreams. Which always makes me kinda sad cuz it's like my subconscious still doesn't get that I'm not in contact with her anymore. But now I am.

Today we will visit the regal feline, whom the ancient Egyptians believed... no I can't, they're just too ridiculous.

I want to give a special thanks to all you lovely commenters. It really means a lot, especially when you're feeling shitty.

Fade and Remain wrote, "I heard that you should apply the herbs directly to your boobs, in the sun, with a few magnets stuffed up your nose while standing in a large glass punch bowl. At least, that's what I do and the neighbors seem to enjoy it."

So many of you have had boob scares/actual problems! So many of you understood my wanting-it-to-be-cancer-cuz-then-at-least-it-would-explain-it thing, it made me feel so normal. You guize!