Firstly, that's a bit tongue in cheek; there are no major crises here.
But March's journal page for the 2011 Calendar challenge (see the Kathryn Wheel button to the right) has turned out rather badly.
I had in mind a lovely green and yellow page, delicate, springlike and stamped with flowers to act as day markers. As I didn't have enough pale inks, what I got was something that had been left in the coffee machine too long and went mouldy (charming thought, I know, but strangely accurate - and don't ask how I know). Here's the offending item.
So the good news is that I get to do it again. Hopefully without the contents of an ancient sump.
But it won't be tomorrow. Tomorrow I get to do something I have wanted to do for a long, long time. If I tell you that by tomorrow lunchtime, I hope to be holding the hand of a man on a beach (and not OH's hand either) would you be able to guess...?
I'll show you the object of my desire tomorrow.