Wednesday, December 20, 2006
...there was stamping.
I purchased this whole lot in one go. I was in Seattle on business, all by myself, for months, without the leisure of being able to go home once. Oh it was a sad sad day! I wandered bored out of my hotel to the mall across the street to have a sad sad lunch alone in the food court, after which I meandered aimlessly around the mall feeling very sorry for my lonesome, homesick self.
And then I discovered something I never knew existed. It was a store covered wall-to-wall with stamps, their little wooden backs stacked and glowing like tiny blocks of gold. There was ink in all colors of the rainbow, this wonderful thing called embossing powder, shiny stationery and pretty pretty handstamped wedding invitations and baby announcements and Valentine's Day cards.
Some crazy synapse in my brain fired and came to life, it told me I had found Shangri-La, and so many many hours later I walked out with many many dollars' worth of stamps. And then I took them all back to my hotel and stamped, all weekend. Alone. In my hotel room. With rubber stamps. Hundreds of them.
Thank God for knitting.
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