If this were absolutely true . . . you'd think I'd be far better developed by now. Or, perhaps I am and don't quite realize it just yet. (grin) This is from a 12 x 12 sheet I bought way back when Archiver's was still in town. Wish I'd bought more. Some of life's greatest lessons are learned on the fly.
I know, I know. Show. Don't tell. So here we have it. I have great plans for this hoarded sheet. Give a limner a pattern she'll try it. Give a limner enough time and she'll make it. I see many folds in my future! Folds and pockets filled with pretties. Uh huh. I'm more than just a pretty face. I do more than a poor imitation of whine too. I make stuff! Jenny, you might have created a monster!
Tired of sitting here with my chin cupped in my hand, wearing out my elbow as I stare through the window, I picked up my wits, tracked down three of my "books for paper lovers" and before I knew it cheer was writ all over my face. Thank you, FLOW.
I made five envelopes! That means I must write five letters. Soon. Later. First chance I get!
I punched six unfinished stamps from scraps for a future project. Guess who's looking ahead. I used a new blade from Kaufman Mercantile to cut away the paper nipples. A sharp blade means fewer tears.
Sharp scissors are safer. Honest. Where's a super hero band-aid when you need one?
And I really did draw an advent calendar. It was finished at 8:41 PM. Surprisingly, it changed five minutes later! No time to color it tonight. There's always tomorrow. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I'll write to you tomorrow! Tomorrow's not even a day away. (Sigh. Fling arms out. Grin like Annie. Exit stage left.) (Oh. And blow away eraser bits. Then exit.)