A is for acrylic inks, too. The rubber was stuck on the bottles because it's been months since I opened them. 22 pages left in the 4x6 inch aquabee, I think I'll concentrate on this sketchbook for a while.
A page out of my Fabriano Artist's Journal. I've restarted it (again) for the Watermedia's art journal thread. It doesn't lay flat on the scanner though but I love the paper.
I got this cold drink tumbler that looks like the clear drink cups from the coffee houses. First chance I've had to use it. I also got a hot drink tumbler that looks like a white coffee cup. Cool little novelties for fun.
Coffee from MOKA pots. It's not an addiction, not an obsession, a PASSION. I write this word more for my memory because I've been thinking about the right description.
I've had times in my life where I had no passion for anything. Unless it affected me or my life directly, I was pretty apathetic about everything. I understand this now, and only lately I understand why. But I was always searching for something to interest me, something to fire me up. I was never one of those fickle girlies who had a new boy crush or celebrity crush every week. I've always listened more to my head than my heart, so it's been a lifelong process to give myself permission to let my heart soar if it wants to.