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 I've got my tarot cards done. To the left is the final design for the face cards. I've erased twice my ranty rants. I don't feel any better ranting, don't feel any better not ranting. But I am sick of humans. Not all of them, but a great many of them. Anyhoo, I have to figure out what the other side of the cards are going to look like and finish my portfolio of them for solicitation. Feels really good to be just about done with a project that ridiculously big. |
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I think I have an addictive personality. When I get the urge to do something I just do that till the desire to do it runs out for a little bit. Lately its been jewelry. Mostly necklaces. Tonight I started working on making decorative fans. Spring seems to bite me in the ass with the crafter bug. It was spring like here too, for about two hours. 50 degrees, nearly kind of balmy... now some strange cold wind has blown in and is knocking the house around and making a noise while everything is frozen. Joy |
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Was I talking about how much my boyfriend rocks? Yes, silly me, I was. Well he does. So if you only remotely browse my entries, I at least suggest you pick one link of the many I put in here, and go look at his work. It's for Abney Park, and at least half my list at least has to dig Abney Park. And if you don't, why don't you? They're just an incredible band who apparently, though I didn't know it at the time, I've have various former members as friends these years. Speaking of which, go visit Kryzstof just because his pinup work is great. But mostly, I want you to go oogle my boyfriend's painting because I got to see the real thing, and watch him paint it, and I was awed by the process.
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