Most of the time Francine would block the voices out. It was a confusing mess to filter them from the usual din of her every day activities. But she had a few days off and she was alone, alone with her own thoughts…and theirs. The objects always had so much to say, so she decided she would just sit and listen to them, and their messages. One thing she wondered though: what makes the iron think he’s so damn smart?

This is my little experiment with hand-written type. I realized that it’s harder than it looks and that I don’t have much patience for it. Oh, and like Francine, I have a few days off. Got to go—I hear the blender calling me!

Click on the picture two times if you’d like to read the messages easier.

Happy New Year!! 🙂