Today is a better day, nose-wise. After my morning post yesterday, exactly one hour afterwards, the throbbing began, and I wondered what kind of drugs must have just worn off since I hadn't taken any myself, that I knew of. If that makes any sense.
So I reverted to 12 year old me and was pissy on the phone to my parents, knowing all the while that I would karmically have to pay this back some day soon. I called and apologized today, so maybe I'll shave off some of my future suffering.
Today was good because I was finally able to get my craft on (go ahead, go press the button on the sidebar and see what's up!). The inspiration this month is "heart(s)," one that is open-ended and that pleases me to no end. I have a friend who hates hearts. But not me. I like shapes that are symbols. I took out all of my collage supplies, of which I have many thousands of teeny-tiny pieces. I was a HUGE miniature collage maker in the 90's and early 00's, and since I've been quilting, have put it down for a while.
My personal challenge, in addition to thinking about hearts, was to not cut any of the paper. I had to use each piece as is. I do have a few pieces of full-sized paper, but mostly I have irregularly shaped paper, and paper that has already been cut into recognizable shapes. And they are all teeny-tiny. I needed to use some of these up.
The heart images are very small, but the message is heartfelt. So without further ado, I present to you The King & Queen of Paper: A Love Story in Two Acts.
Act I: The King of Paper prepares a Valentine for his beloved Queen. Oh, and a pineapple, too. He lives on a cloud at the bottom of the sea, dreaming of the day he will share his love. And the pineapple. The King of Paper loves him some pineapple. He hopes she likes it, too. But not too much...
Act II: The Queen of Paper also prepares a Valentine for her beloved. That's right, the King! She lives atop the earth with the trees and the flowers, and blows as the wind sees fit. Unfortunately, so does the Valentine she's crafted. She wafts after her precious gift, dreaming of the day she can Get. Her. Hands. On. That. @#%* Card!