A Serious Attack of the Girlies!

Perhaps it's a reaction to all the hammering, sawing, drilling and red hot kinda blokey stuff I've been doing, but yesterday while ferreting around in a box for something, (can't remember what) I came across a little bottle of nail polish.
"Oh Boy, Oh Boy Oh Boy" shrieked my girlie-muse, who immediately took control. "Nail painting time!"
Painting toe-nails was, as I recall, easy when I was younger, a few deft swipes with the brush and done. But my toes seem further away now and my hand not as steady. Still they are waaaaay down there and no one will notice if the job ain't perfect. After the toes I went all out and painted the finger nails. (The polish will probably take one look at the uneven cut nails, the feral cuticles, the LOS stains, the odd burn and wire scratch and promptly start to fall off.)

Today the girlie attack still held sway.

I cut, distressed and patinaed a piece of brass knowing exactly where I was going, but my sneaky girlie-muse had other ideas

LOOK WHAT SHE MADE ME DO! 

Make a little enameled blue bird on the distressed brass panel. Next aqua seed beads for the wire wrapped loop.

Then she started on my bead boxes. She pulled this out and that out, clearly embarking on a bling-binge. 

Complained bitterly about my pink bead box which is, to tell the truth mainly filled with cobwebs and dust and tends to echo. All kinds of blues and aquas, pearls, crystals, silver, vintage chain, stuff I never even knew I had. She babbled on about wire wrapped dangles and clusters, loops of seed beads, crystal en-clustered jump rings. . .-

I was rather dismayed where this was going and insisted on simplicity. My girly-muse, arms crossed and pouting, sulkily gave in and we finished with this.

 I think our collaboration has turned out well and I may have to turn her loose more often.

Now if I can only get her to clean up the mess.