My Mother, like many, saved various remnants from my childhood. I usually find pieces of my history tucked into the pages of a handed down book or in a box of "do you want any of this?"
I don't remember exactly when the construction paper ribbon appeared, but it brought with it the promise of hope. "Miss Unruffled", it said, and it had my name on it. Imagine...!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Just a quickie...
I'm whipping off this short, sweet post simply to say "Hi, it's still NaBloPoMo. If I don't throw something up here right now, I may just forget to do it later and that would suck because we are too close to the end to fail now!" I got lost in the interwebs again, eating up my art-finding-and-scanning time. In my aimless and distracted wanderings I found something that made it all worth while.