There is something wonderful about carving a stamp. It's the process, I guess. Taking a knife to a pristine pink, rubbery pancake ... creating a mountain of long and short pink slivers ... adjusting the plan as a shape emerges.
Testing, testing. (You should see the paper that covers my work table.)
Do I like it? Should I stop now?
There was a picture in my mind, when I started this stamp. The picture had bushes beside the house. The bushes ended up on pink sliver mountain.
One final test on a painted library file card. Maybe it was the background. Maybe I was tired. But for me, it was definitely love. There is something about little houses that touches my soul. So... yet another quirky little stamp joins the tidy pink pile in my stamp box.
But thou, Lord, art most high for evermore. Psalm 92:8