Oh to be an artist! Beautiful people, living in beautiful places, and making beautiful things. Like her, her, and her. I just Google what I'm looking for and hack ideas. So sad. But it gets the job done.
My crafting as of late has taken a pathetic nose dive. I made more barrettes. We now officially have enough for a set of triplets.
And I have started a soft, touch and feel book for Little Miss. Page 4 is The Hedgehog. He is my favorite. I had a hedgehog when I was little. He was an Easter present one year and we named him Koosh. Baby hedgehogs are the
So, not only am I a wannabe artist, I also live vicariously through my sister as she embarks on the adventure of becoming a vet= endless access to all kinds of creepy cute creatures. I am currently a knitting-crocheting-nurse-mommy-wife. But I really wanna be a ranch-living-horseback-riding-artist who gets paid tons of money for her ideas-mommy-wife. Wouldn't that be cool?