I feel the way Lincoln looks here, after a string of unfortunate incidents. It began last night when I wrote the wrong address on a notecard. One messed up envelope means a card without one. I can live with that though.
My favorite gray Copic markers need replenishing now. I guess I need to break down and buy refills, but five stores let me down. Not one had the necessary monochromatic sets. I bought these because Aaron Bros. has them on sale: Buy one, get one for half price. Who could resist? I bought all their grays and a blender. We called Texas Art Supply to see if they had them instead of driving that far into Houston; it's a good thing we did too. I'll have to order them.
I decided to give this to someone special who needs a little help right now. Having your creative well feel like it's dried up can be frustrating, but there's nothing wrong with a little priming, is there? A good friend swears by it, so, "Let us see," said the blind man.
So, again. One sheet of Flow's double sided stationery . . .
. . . with foxes and hares and things for a nice paper chat . . .
. . . a sheet of their fab wrapping paper . . .
Also double sided! Cute, huh? I used this for the outside because the brown background is earthy and a little dull--as is a creative slump. The inside is all perky-pretty. A complete reverse.
In summary: Everything I need to make someone happy.
Of course I forgot the book plate. Flow thinks of everything. I wish they provided reminders. Like string for fingers! Imagine me with eight fingers and two thumbs all tied up.
This is a nice choice, don't you think?
I'm sending it under separate cover in a wee envelope with a little explanation.
This is another flop. Markers and pens balk in high humidity. The tips will actually leak! Then there's a little flood of ink that refuses to do anything but puddle. (sigh) My creative spark needed kindling last night after I made this hot mess. I needed my grays too.
The back was a whole other kind of fun mess. (grin)
I finally gave away my Norman Rockwell. It made a grand envelope for some paper goodness. You should see the tape it took to seal the seams. I sure do like that scene though. I wanted to be the Norma Rockwell of America when I was growing up. Then I grew up and learned the truth.
We had dinner at Cantina Laredo this early evening. I spilled about as much food as I ate, and my place at the table looked like a toddler had eaten their first meal. I had Pellegrino without lemon or lime for the second time ever. Restaurants do not wash their citrus. Heck. I even was our apples and grapes in a little soapy water. Can you see me tucking a little baggie of lemon and lime wedges into my bag before we go out for dinner? My neck-shoulder-arm hurts today. It's been awhile so I'm trying to be a big girl about it. I mentioned it to let you know there might not be much mail going out for a spell. I never miss my water until my well runs dry. My body has been crazy in love with this spell of pain-free living of late. That means whining is still not allowed. Oh, well. Moving on . . .
Saturday is almost over. Write on.
Wait! I forgot! The worst event in my mini series of unfortunates is losing my blog list! I did the domain name thing last night, and presto! y'all disappeared! There's no way I'll remember the names of all the blogs that were listed. I didn't even do anything to make it happen. Help??? (sigh)