There is an old song by the Shirelle's that goes----
Mama said there'll be days like this
There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, Mamma said)
As an artist some days just happen--good, bad but lately not indifferent. My poor little mermaid's home of frosted clear sea glass charred and cracked into pieces. She survived but now it's off to the beach to find another home for her but that will take time since each piece of sea glass is special just like my hand made mermaid. Perhaps I should work on my copper turtle's new home instead. It's made from the bulls eye bottom of a bottle thrown into the sea some time in the past. Love the feel and character of sea glass and sure wish it could speak and tell me the tales of its journey. I'm sure it's been in rougher seas than I but it's those rough seas that lend it beauty. I'll have to remember that when I have another one of those days that "Mama said".