The only bad thing? My pictures. No show and tell for our Christmas. Just the memories of the day. Deep down I'm hoping there were other cameras catching what I missed.
So now it's back to normal. I'm starting the year off right. Tomorrow is haircut day. Yay! My purse is packed with Guerrilla art, fresh from the workroom today. (Editing note - because Blogger was uncooperative last night, I'm actually posting yesterday's writing a day later.)
I'm trying some new backgrounds - ink-spritzed book pages, torn and layered. A few feathered friends added for good measure.
I even incorporated some pieces of the weathered paper for some texture.
So, because yesterday's tomorrow is already today, these pieces are in their hiding places. I wonder where their new homes will be. It is exciting to be a part of the delivery system for such powerful words.
Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. Proverbs 16:24