Monday, September 7, 2015

The Missing Spoons

I had written this as a dialogue in my journal after 'the move'. It's a conversation between my mind and my body. My mind had big plans and my body had no spoons to do any of them. My body was living in a strange spoonless existence in a foggy oblivion with only drawings of spoons.
My mind has her hair down and my body has her hair in a bun.

I made this with Bri in my craft room as we listened to Magic Lessons. Best Night Ever!!