I had forgotten how much I luh-huh-huhv pretty paper. (And how the hell did that happen?)
I like pretty with my grunge. I can appreciate cute, but I prefer frayed edges and smudginess. Even pretend-smudgy is better than undiluted pretty.
I'm probably going to use some of this in a companion piece to "The Plumber's Jealousy."
But it's going to take a while; what I want to do is complex and the rest of my life keeps intruding into my worktime.