*The Magic number. So sayeth Schoolhouse Rock.

Always love how the cover gets beat up in my art bag.

The fattest journal I’ve made so far.

Inside cover.

During both of my grateful visits at Evangel Home women’s shelter in Fresno, CA, I slept in the Mary Magdalene room.

I gots a soft spot for the ones everyone talks smack about.

I’ll write something in the cup eventually.

Made this for a Moonshine session.

I’ll fill in the day once I figure out what day it was.

Butterflies give me hope.

This makes me laugh at my spiral Art Journals.

The white face was harder to do than I thought it would be. I learned a lot, though.

My blood type/birthsone/hair color…coffee!

Heh. Mirror stickers.

Collage is fun.

Truth.

I wish that stabilo-all pencils came in more colors.

The world is on fire.

Just need to pay attention.

My ❤️ is in Fresno.

Yup.

In honor of my BFF, Anjo.

I wish the glitter showed up better in photos.

My cleansing song. I can get rid of ear worms with this. Thus, it’s my favorite.

Travel and reading.

Reading and travel.

My dear friend, Judy Whiting, sent me a card package for my birthday that I made this spread with.

Miss Judy drew us both.

FCC. I’m a proud Ram alumni.

Dedicated to my beloved Sister-in-law, Susan.

Fuck Yeah.

More truth.

Playing with magazine photos is fun.

Words to live by.

*poof*

I gots the music in me.

True story, probably one of those that makes others uncomfortable, but it’s just something that happened.

My Daddy as a baby.

8yo? 10?

Before WWII arrived.

The work badge photo is what he looked like to me when I was a kid.

Always.

Back cover.

That’s it. The 2nd of my 6 journals is done. The next will likely be #5 as it has 3 pages left to do, but time will tell.

I didn’t set out to finish the odd numbered books first, but it tracks.

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