Tragically, during the move everything got jumbled up inside their boxes, and now I can't fit them all in again. It's maddening having just one left over each time when I know they all fit originally. It's worse than doing a crossword puzzle, I swear. Anyway, I've been happily fussing over them, trying out the new images, testing ink pads, squealing with delight when I rediscover favorite images, attempting to sort like images with like, but mainly just enjoying the possibilities as I look them over. A calm pleasure has spread throughout my soul.
Rubber stamps are therapeutic.