Ladies and Gentlemen!
The word is: Dingbat.

I do not mean to a bitchy organ, but I must admit that it is MY FAULT that Bonnie is so reluctant to do custom orders these days.

As some of you may know, I tried to kill Bonnie a couple of years ago with a pesky little tumor. Geez, some people get all bent out of shape over one measley ruptured adenoma!
(Caused by birth control pills! This happens to .004% of women! Even as a non-dating single nerd, Bonnie was told for many years by her doctors to take the pill to prevent cancer...)

Bonnie's fine now, but no longer does art shows. She has a super-cool mega scar that would make Dwight Schrute proud!

Anyway, now Bonnie has this really annoying attitude of just wanting to make what she wants to make and hoping the right person falls in love with it.

Now, if you think I'M an annoying organ, you should see Bonnie's BRAIN!!! Those surgeries, on top of finding her beloved cat's murdered body, SERIOUSLY messed with her mind.

Bonnie was a total dingbat before, but now she's

TURBO DINGBAT!

Seriously, she doesn't remember any dang thing! She sees people and has no idea who they are, even if they were in the studio the day before. Usually all she can think is "Omigosh, what did I forget?" or "This is a nice person, but I don't remember why" or "Is this someone who will hurt the animals?" even though that only happened twice.

Now you know why custom orders, if Bonnie agrees to them, take forever. And why this web site is the way it is.

So if you want some jewelry or drawer pulls, please email Bonnie and she will send you photos of what is in stock. If you do not hear back, please please please email again. She's either out of town, super-slammed with a spay/neuter clinic or a fundraiser, or she just plain FORGOT!!

Turbo Dingbat. I am telling you.

Have patience, dear friends. For you are dealing with a moron dingbat.

Sincerely,

Her Liver