Tangling

I was REALLY lazy on Sunday. I sat at the kitchen table and tangled.

I have never considered myself an artist... more of a frustrated artist, since I can see what I want in my brain, but getting it to flow thru my fingers onto the paper is another story entirely.

This was like that. It's not what I expected when I began, and like each one I do, was a learning experience. I did learn from it, and will branch out more as I go, I think.

It really does feel good to just doodle, which is all tangling really is.

It's going in the package of baby stuff that I'm sending to Wendy.

I figure that I'll send it as is, then if you like it, Wendy, you can frame it. And if you don't love it, you can tuck it between the pages of the baby book. No pressure. :)