"Tomorrow, friend, will be another day,"
A seer wise of old was won't to say
To him who came at eventide, in grief,
Because the day had borne no fruitful sheaf.
O Lord of Life, that each of us might learn
From vain todays and yesterdays to turn,
To face the future with a hope newborn
That what we hope for cometh with the morn!
Thomas Curtis Clark



Well now, here are the cards that I turn in to swap over at ATCsforALL 
Zentangle Black n White plus 1 Color
Will what do ya think?
Like them?
I even made one for the Host which I don't do often I knew CattyCat would really like this one and I was right I gave her the choice to pick and she picked this one.
It was hard to let this one go too. I sure love those Zentangle in my day we called it Doodling now it has become an art form.



Zentangles Black n White plus 1 Color
A swap over at ATCsfor ALL
I like these so well that I kept these for myself. Now I need to make more cards for the actual swap.
I love doodling so much that I actually started a society group over at ATCsforALL the name of the group is called 
a few ladies have join we are having a blast!



Positive Thinking and Self-Fulfilling
Prophecies and Actions 
Beauty to me is being 
comfortable in your own skin.
Gwyneth Paltrow
Man is what he believes.
Anton Chekhov


The Little Book Challenge Swap

Now the book is completely finish. Remember the first and last page go back and check it out the finish product sure changes the look!
Oh heck!
Here the finish back view too.....


The Little Book Challenge Swap

This is the last tow pages in the book. 
My favorites the page on the left is about reading being a book warm. The little girl I drew then the page on the right 2 vintage clip art with wording underneath about friends.



Happiness is like a crystal,
Fair and exquisite and clear,
Broken in a million pieces,
Shattered, scattered far and near.
Now and then along life's pathway,
Lo! some shining fragments fall;
But there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.
You may find a bit of beauty,
Or an honest share of wealth,
While another just beside you
Gathers honor, love or health.
Vain to choose or grasp unduly,
Broken is the perfect ball;
And there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.
Yet the wise as on they journey
Treasure every fragment clear,
Fit them as they may together,
Imaging the shattered sphere,
Learning ever to be thankful,
Though their share of it is small;
For it has so many pieces
No one ever finds them all
Priscilla Leonard