Once I savor it, I get on with my day.
I have returned to my love of vintage-looking collage, but this time around it's with fabric. I finished making three of these last night, only to realize it was already today, 3 a.m. I think I know why I seem to come alive in the wee small hours: I was born at 3.25 a.m. I don't think I believe that, but it's a thought, no?