rhya

And so another journal ends...

This is the last page.

i really wish i was somewhere close to that tree right now.

sometimes i wish that i could dress up like a rock and sit by the ocean with a whole bunch of other rocks. in the scenario above, i also hope that i will be some kind polka-dotted rock.

i got a valentine in the mail.

oh tangles, comb your hair already.

i will make some swatches of my fabric ideas this year. i will! and then maybe i may even make a dress from them.

time for a new journal...