I'm broken and I think my two year old did it. I can't complete a thought or a sentence, even inside my head, much less out here in the world. I was going to post this picture last week with a hooray for me I made something out of fimo post. I am no sculptress and making this doll look like the one in the book was tricky as hell. but instead it seems like a perfect analogy of how I'm feeling today, disjointed. so with that I'm going to go and enjoy the silence that is a napping toddler...
