10.11.06

Today is one of those days. Everything's in flux and not quite doing what it ought to be doing. Everyone (with a few expections) is getting on my last good nerve.

I'd love to pitch a fit because the cosmos is just not listening to me at the moment but, as the great grey poet once said: "I am the captain of my own ship." Or was that Tennyson? Well, whatever, a dead white guy spoke truth. I can dig.

I've been exacerbating my angst by gawking at pretty things. Please, gawk with me.

letterpress bird prints
Impress
note cards
Nature morte

I need to stop dicking around.

There's nothing below the fold.

2 comments:

Kirsten said...

Oh wow - those hand-sewn notecards are to die for. Thanks for sharing. Good luck with the work!

V.K. Soaplash said...

sorry to be laughing like a laughing loon at your angst but I can so really relate - fook!