Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
And here's one of the cards we'll be making. I used metal tape and a stylus and then paint and alcohol inks. It's very shiny, which you can't really see here. I didn't have a lot of people sign up but I'm taking that as an opportunity to do an extra card, this one. I'm just putting the final touches on my handouts tonight. And I have a whopper of a headache. Which I'm praying will be gone tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me!