Oh but to have the perfect ink pad. The one that isn't too dark, isn't too light or orange, just the perfect shade of brown to help me add an aged look to all of my paper edges. And just like the love of cupid, as long as you are looking, you just don't find it. But then, right when you least expect it, you find it. Right there in a spot you have searched a million times before. There in the ink isle, the perfect shade of brown.
I remember how excited I was to find you. I couldn't wait to get you home and remove your cellophane wrapper to expose your perfect surface. And then, to apply you and see that perfect edge. A perfect brown on the very edge with a softer glow working it's way into the page. Ah, just what my artwork needed.
We've spent so many wonderful hours together. And those times I couldn't find you, my life just became a mess. The times I have thought, "I can't finish this piece of art without my favorite brown ink pad", frantically searching everywhere for you. Just feeling lost. None of those other brown pads would do. I must have you or no pad at all!
Ah, there it is! Wonderful day! I can do my art with my trusty ink pad.
But sadly, over time, you begin to ware. Your once perfectly smooth surface becomes rough and torn as I must bare down on you more to get that perfect aged effect. And the thoughts in the back of my head that our days together are coming closer to an end. What will I do?
And then it happens. You begin to fall apart and I know with each application, the end is near. There is only so much ink per pad, so many lovely applications to give that perfect aged effect.