I go through fits and starts with my crafting time. Sometimes I want pretty-pretty-pretties with bows and flowers and glitter. And then other times I go all-out-inky and "to hell" with the mucky work surfaces and fingers. But, to be fair, I have to drop my OCD cleanliness status for an hour which brings me out in a nervous twitch.
The last 24 hours I have been really unwell, which pretty much left me feeling lethargic and lazy. I thought I was coming down with a cold and god knows I haven't got time for one of those buggers right now. So when I suddenly perked up this afternoon, I tidied up this dump of an office (for the 746201938566 time), I re-discovered my distress inks. I think I have 30 of these inks and have had several of them since 2006....still as inky as ever. My twitchy, uncrafted for 24 hours fingers ripped open the lids to reveal grungy rainbows all over my workspace.
So without further ado, here is a tag, ready to go into someones parcel tomorrow.
And as for my mucky fingers?
Well, I'll wipe them down Marks back when I go to bed. After all, sharing is caring.