I’ve been enjoying the new art studio. Some of these pages were done there, some in a coffee shop. Tonight I had the thrill of spilling a bottle of blue ink all over the journal, but besides the immediate freak out in trying to keep it from running further, I’ve accepted the incident as one that “adds character” to the journal. It’s another story behind every layer.
Yesterday I was reminded why I told myself never to have another garage sale. Our neighborhood has a garage sale date each year, so at the last minute we cleaned out the basement joined the neighborhood, putting things out for sale. I made about $3.50 per hour. 🙁 Good did come of it. I met a very cool neighbor that lives just a few houses down the street, and we did get the basement cleaned out. All that was left was loaded in my van ready to be donated to the local thrift shop. My storage area in the basement looks quite tidy. Yeah!