It's late spring, and I'm scissoring babies and bunnies and blossoms for another CriCut cartridge, this one to be released in February (at least I think it's for February!)
Here I am snipping away like crazy, sitting under the apple tree or beneath the honeysuckle-covered arbor, or sometimes by the fire because spring still carries a chill here in the Northwest.
I've been pawing through the old tool chest, which I've stuffed full as can be with scissors and bone folders and odd bits of this and that...
I'm mired in huge piles of work but if you peeked over the fence or through the window it would be a peaceful and gentle sight. Chickens pecking at the grass, sleepy puppy at my feet. And in my apron pocket a list that overflows a long, long sheet of paper folded in half and written in a cramped hand in smudgey pencil scribbles, with arrows and asterisks and quirky notes-to-self jammed in every which way.
It's gentle chaos around here. Joyful, sweet, and just a little bit crazy.
