I’m not sure how many times – at least umpty umpty – I’ve made the feeble attempt to “begin again for the first time,” (borrowing and adapting a long time slogan…
…which makes our frequent…infrequent…almost-never entries here just fine. Me? I’ve been in a circular time warp bouncing from work thing to work thing to work thing since February. (Yes, you…
Last I wrote, I was in the midst of döstädning: clearing out papers from too many more years than I care to count. I am pleased to say…
I’ve been playing with and creating pages in my Spring Studio Yearbook and have felt free, playful and unencumbered childlike delight. I struggled with some of the pages when I…
I made my reading goal a realistic fifty-two books for 2018 as I barely made it through sixty last year. I’m picky about my fiction. I want to invest in…
Go ahead. Try to say it! You say you don’t speak Swedish? Neither do I but I am in love with this word, especially this month for I’ve decreed it…
Surrounded by “materials” to prep for the new year of purposeful serendipity (it is a real thing…seriously), I was just sort of floating above it all. Not-quite-distinct images…but, there was…
…the long-awaited, heavily-anticipated Journal Your Christmas 2017, Graybeal style. And, there it went…this year the album seemed all over the place. Feels connected to the embellishments somehow. I have realized…
A friend gave me this box of sticky notes and tabs for my birthday. In addition to the contents being lovely to look at, the stickies are colorful, gentle invitations…
