![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GMbSpfx2SF6vmyQuU9rBrApMr53a7UrSgg901achbngKUZIzWHK8ot-C61iF1Qr5QOIrn_EyIJWJvVqrP_d_sI46KonY5Y8uzt6Q4jTW-OYGVYShpzvpC5RD4BBB5GI_xzvt7Qf0Cl1V/s320/xmas+2007.jpg)
Sunday, November 15, 2009
My Favorite page
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GMbSpfx2SF6vmyQuU9rBrApMr53a7UrSgg901achbngKUZIzWHK8ot-C61iF1Qr5QOIrn_EyIJWJvVqrP_d_sI46KonY5Y8uzt6Q4jTW-OYGVYShpzvpC5RD4BBB5GI_xzvt7Qf0Cl1V/s320/xmas+2007.jpg)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Ink colors my fingers, And glitter coats my hair. My craft room’s like a crime scene With Copics everywhere. I seem to’ve lost my scissors I should clean, but where to start? It really doesn’t bother me ‘cause my heart is in my art.
No comments:
Post a Comment