Sketching at the Workroom

A rose in her hair...it's fancy.

I spent last night tucked away at the workroom with j.  we had our journals, and many scraps and fancy stickers and stamps in hand (well more like spread out all over a sewing table).  Here are the fruits of the evening.  Oh and i can't forget to mention seeing the lovely r, whose smile brightens up an entire room.

To find me check in the burrows of Bloordale.

Vintage stamps flutter in the breeze...air mail and whispers.

Heather's garden in SF.