I'm in the middle of the traditional Annual Year-End Studio Rearranging, and there is a giant Bin of Going Away in the middle of the floor where I'm tossing everything that doesn't spark joy in me anymore. (Yes, I've gotten thoroughly drawn into the KonMari system, thank you for noticing.) Once I finish pulling everything out of shelves and closets and boxes, I'll parcel the contents out into grab bags and flat-rate boxes and put them up for sale - it's going to be pretty epic, the bin is already almost too heavy for me to lift.
(Don't get your hopes up about the peacock, that was supposed to go in the Bowl of Doom, not the Bin of Going Away. I've rescued it.)
Right now, though, I have to go frost a cake, because my tiny little baby is somehow a huge five-year-old now. I don't know how that happened. If I don't get a chance to talk to you again before the end of the year - here's to 2016 being an amazing year for all of us.
(Sale excludes neckvines, mindfulness pendants, custom orders, earring club, and anything else that isn't already made and ready to ship.)