It has been awhile since I've had ink stains on my hands. First, I was consumed with fabric. Recently, I've been consumed with researching Celiac and various disorders, eliminating gluten from our world and taking a crash course in gluten free baking. But I have a deadline. I am participating in an Alice In Wonderland art journal exchange, and I need to get my pages done. So today, I inked, and painted, and stamped, and sanded 14 background pages. It felt welcoming. Paper always feels like home. Ink is good.