Beachball of Doom

It’s Friday night at 11:59pm - Do you know where your kids are? My baby boy is tucked in tight after a WILD birthday party for his one and only, his bestie BAE, M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E! That’s some happy Fri-YAY nonsense.

Here I am… That spinning beach ball haunts my dreams. Unfortunately, I can see it through my eyelids. I know Illustrator is going to crash… again, especially with this kind attitude (amirite?). Especially, right after I realized I haven’t saved my work in a significant amount of time. ESPECIALLY, right after I identified the ONE FINAL adjustment to make this repeating pattern a S-U-C-C-E-S-S. 

Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog! Ai is BACK! Let’s transform this baby before I lose her again. Whew! This labor of love, learning, and lack of sleep will be available soon as a holiday mini-collection a la My Work. Command + S, it’s Christmas in April!

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