It was very difficult to put the scissors down and draw my Inchies last week, much less stop cutting long enough to photograph them.
But here they are, in all their teensy glory.
The Inchie for March 24th...which represents the beginning of the bunny-cutting mania.
We cut a lot of paper bunnies.
The Inchie for March 25...wherein I helped a friend draft a pattern for a tote she'd seen somewhere.
After which, we cut some bunnies.
The Inchie for March 26...which represents my first (and wonderful) experience with paper clay...and my run-in with the (hotel) authorities.
After which, I cut more bunnies.
The Inchie for March 27 represents the notable fact that I received something in the mail which was handwritten and full of love.
I blurred the writing on this Inchie (as I always do when it includes personal data - I love that word 'data'), but you would actually be able to read the addresses if I hadn't.
I am now almost blind.
Note to self: get a magnifying light for the workdesk
Need I say that I cut paper bunnies on this day also?
Nah, probably not.
The Inchie for March 28...which represents a time of worship on Palm Sunday.
A day of rest.
Do not ask me if I cut paper bunnies on the Sabbath.