Here is something about me. My sister and I write letters to each other on a regular basis, although we live in the same state. And, almost, even better than our letters, full of words to one day be passed down curious minds, are the little random things we send each other. Her letters and bits are far more interesting than the things I send. Amy is an artist. Her letters look like collage art. I pay attention to the way she does things, I mimic and now I am finding my way in the world of interesting creatives.
Anyhow, one day, with a screaming baby on my hip . . . I ripped apart the August Anthropologie Catalog (you can click here to see the pictures clearly) & made a little story for my sister. I love the idea of this. I think the outcome could be WAY better with two hands, a quiet room and a free hip.
Thought you might enjoy my mini story, just maybe.
*images from Anthropologie August Catalog