As it turns out, the crafting world is too cut-throat for this ginger. I just can't handle the social pressures and cyber ridicule that comes out of a bad craft. So it's my time to leave. Leave and never look back. Keep on trucking. Carrying on like the wayward son I am. Maybe you'll find peace when I'm gone. Layin' my weary head to rest. I won't cry no more. I'm moving on to bigger and better things: bakin and bloggin. Don't fret. I'll live in your hearts forever.
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