There I sat on Sunday morning.. still no card made... at my craft table, waiting for inspiration to strike. The wind whistled through the room. Ghostly tumbleweed drifted through the space where my mojo once lived... and this is the best I could come up with. (sigh) I know. You don't have to tell me. Bluuurrrgghh. But my mum liked it.
No news on t'job front. Will let you know when something happens. Meanwhile, keep those digits limbered, OK?
Hugs,
Chris xx
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