My uncle is not able to do too much anymore, but he does still enjoy writing, particularly (rather long) poems. And he does it by hand on lined paper, so I thought a nice Christmas gift would be a notebook made just for him.
It’s all punched and bound with my Bind-it-all. It should’ve been a pretty quick project that ended up taking quite a bit longer; partly from those mistakes I mentioned and partly because I started off my cutting a pretty decent sized chunk out of the end of one finger! So now I’m doing all the things with a bulkily bandaged non-dominant index finger! D’oh!
Girl! Watch yourself! (Says the one who literally did the same thing years ago)
I would be honored to receive such a thoughtful gift he’s gonna love it!
I love mine so much, even if I only use it a few times a year.
I feel lucky that it really doesn’t hurt unless I do certain things and that we have a rather ridiculous selection of this kind of first aid supplies! Annnnd I didn’t bleed on any craft supplies!
Part of the story: My craft space is upstairs, TheMisterT was downstairs and hears a firm “FUCK ME” from upstairs and assumes that I have spilled “a jar of sparkles.”
