okay, i lied at the end there. the la plumes weren't mine. they were my mother's. she was in the crafting sphere circa Dee Gruenig (you know, The Magic Sponge Lady- she was all over crafts culture back then) and in the age of Tim Holtz I'm very jealous of long-dried brush tips and inkpads.

My hand is no longer a dolphin, and I'm looking to Get Down on Friday. Maybe in a cozy place, a Home away from Home. Perhaps we could get together and sew a fur-bearing trout, have a playful scene, or maybe just critique some comment etiquette. I'm game for what's fun~ Ruff, Ruff, AWOOOOOO This is an in invitation for biting.