I’m trying to get a jump-start on blogging in the New Year. I found myself with a cozy cup of camomile tea last night and no pressing obligations tugging at my shirt, so I painted. Finding inspiration was not far. The pot was calling, so to speak.
An empty journal is an exciting promise. Especially when cracked open in the first days of a new year. Resolutions for 2014 anyone? I’d like to fill these pages for a start. Handmade cotton. Deckle edges. Raw texture. I’m in love. There are 96 pages…95 now, but who’s counting.
Happy New Year.