Many moons ago, the five artists in my little discipleship group challenged each other to have business cards printed as an acknowledgement, to ourselves mostly, that we really are artists.
I failed.
Yep.
Failed.
It wasn't that I was scared to put something in print, exactly.
It was that I didn't know exactly what to put in print.
And I couldn't seem to pick just one design or color to represent myself, either.
So I went on scribbling on pieces of napkins, old receipts, and church bulletins when the good people who saw and appreciated my work wanted contact information.
I'm tired of that now.
I have decided on a color.
And that color is green.
I'm going green.
At least for now.
And this is how.
I've got a lot of these.
And more coming every month.
Don't they annoy you when they're glued into your magazine and they keep it from laying open at the page you're reading?
They annoyed me.
Until I realized something.
They're cards.
They have lines for a name and address.
And they can be a lot of fun.
I don't think they'll be as easy to lose...
...or ignore...
...as other business cards.
I've got a nice little stash of them in my bag now.
I have met the challenge.
I have saved a tree.
I am woman.
Hear me roar.