Getting the A-frame chalkboards was nothing short of a renaissance at ol Steamy.
This is a wee album of cumulative adornement, proving arts and crafts has remained pivotal to life far beyond my preschool years. Usually my completion of these pieces is to the chagrin of my colleagues with whom I am meant to be "working", as I fuss over minor details and the shop becomes increasingly busy around me. Yup, I reckon I'm probably a nightmare to work with, but to my (incredibly minor) credit, I'm aware it would have been a middle finger to then dick around taking photos instead of lending a hand. What's that? I could have just taken the photo later in the day? Yeah, probably. What can I say, I tend to lack that sort of common sense, particularly after indulging in inspiration.
MORAL OF THE STORY: I haven't snapped them all, but the ones I have are below!