At long last, I've completed a design for my first venture with the Gocco. I'm going to print this design on some sweet notebooks. Eventually. Everything takes longer when you're 35 weeks pregnant.
It's true what they say about crazy pregnant dreams. (Um, that you have them. That's what they say.) Every morning I entertain Chris with the insanity my brain came up with overnight. Last night I dreamt I had turned into a man! Or, at least I was growing a beard. And trying to shave in a moving car. Not sure what that's about. I guess a small part of me is wishing I was a man right about now. For just long enough to crack open a beer and see my toes again.