I wish I had left the words out. Everything spoke a quiet abstract tongue to me without the embellishment, and the filigree is really grating my ribs of sarchasm right now, as I look at these pages I painted last night. I had planned on doing something completely different to weave the pages together, and then I got all sappy. I had a Hallmark moment. It happens. It might have involved wine, but I can’t remember.
Edited to add: And I have obnoxious waves of sourness, too. Like last night, when I wrote this post.
Christina organized this journal project. I’m #2 in a big group of gals contributing to the book. It’ll be fun to see the book once it nears completion, in all it’s Flickred glory. For now, it’s in a truck on the way to Houston.…
What does ‘home’ mean to you?
And now, in looking at your beautiful contribution, I’m thoroughly nervous about what I will do in comparison. HA! Thanks for sending it my way!
Well thanks, Steph, for the compliment, but I’m sure you’ll get lost in the process of creating something unique and meaningful to yourself–after all, that’s what it’s all about! That’s what I’m most interested in finding out: what everyone considers dearest to her. Have fun!