3 Wreaths hit the cement floor in the basement last night. I hung them on a non-sturdy pole and then accidentally backed into it and the next thing you know? I am surrounded by 200 shattered vintage Shiny Brites. Worse part? 2 of those wreaths were not even mine anymore. I was felting the backs of them for someone.
Hands down the saddest moment ever in the Studio. Ugh.
Another day, right? Back at it.