...and not a graphic designer. That's what I've realized this morning, although (really) I should have known that. I have spent all morning trying to use a program I downloaded (since I don't have photoshop) to create a banner for my new etsy shop (that--so far--is sadly empty because I've been fiddling around with hateful hateful hateful graphic design).
I've been thinking about biting the bullet and just buying a customized banner for $20 like one of these(Those etsy people are so clever: they know that craftiness doesn't always go with computer-ness, don't they?). But I have such a great idea for mine, and I want to make it myself.
So here I am, jiving on 4 cups of French Roast, my calorie counting plan discarded because of last night's binge on Black Raspberry Pie, ditching running for today to work on the computer, in my PJs, watching the hours slip past before I take the kids to the pool at 2.