I have a young friend who will not, under any circumstances, be separated from her beloved Eeyore. He is so bedraggled and worn that her Grandmom has to continually sew new clothes for him in order to hold him together, but that doesn't matter to her. He's her binkie, her blankie, her best friend all in one floppy blue donkey. So this is for her, with love
I developed this condition rather rapidly and it has progressed faster than I could have imagined. Paper crafts, and card making in particular, have become a wonderful addiction from which I hope I never recover.
I guess that's why I consider myself