Dripping on beeswax

I watched Julie & Julia while stringing about 400 ancestors (or beeswax hexagons which bear their name) together with waxed bookbinding thread.

I cried. Not a few glittering tears on my cheeks either. I sobbed. And I wanted to call Mikey and blabber to him about how much I love him and how much I value his support in all the crazy projects that have taken over the kitchen for the last few weeks. But I spared him.

I'm blaming the hormones. Again.