Not exactly what you expect to be printed on a beer bottle cap is it?
Last night's Du Claw " Bare Ass Blonde" brew delivered its tiny homily like a kick the head.
I've been living clamped so tightly on the edge of pain, following orders, prescriptions, rules, that I haven't had time for craft. Writing craft, ink craft, silver work, or the simple craft of living life.
That bottle cap now has a magnet on the back of it. When the glue is dry it's going on the fridge door.
At my worktable I took another moment and reloaded my favorite fountain pen. Why write with a scabby ball point when a whole rack of luxurious pens and beautiful inks are sitting on the desk in the next room?