Altered Art Bug

Oh my, have I been bitten lately. First the theatre bug and now the altered art bug. I am absolutely itching to get my hands into an altered book. Give me embellishments, stamp pads, paper! Help!

Can I possibly wait until I graduate to start working in art again? No! All I need is a place to work . . .

Virginia Woolf was so wise. A room of one's own. And I think she said something about money in the bank, too. Sheesh. Reality always comes around to bite one on the butt.