The house survived the invasion of my cousins, but Hui.1 and I caught a cold so we’ve been out of commission for most of the week. Monday was fine and I tried to squeeze some creative juices out of my muse but I felt a sniffle and it was all downhill from there. Being sick and pregnant royally sucks. But, it did give me a rare opportunity to reflect and reassess where I’m trying to go with the jewelry. When all else fails, go back to the chainmaille. The magic is in the maille. The stones, glass, and crystal are just adornments. I had a chance to toy with a new weave during Jesse.1’s spring break visit and I have big plans for it simmering in my subconscious. In the meantime, I’m still recovering from the plague, which means more resting and daydreaming than anything else until I’m back up on my feet again.