Creature Card #22 "Casaran"

Today today, oh what a day, today. I had to reset my phone yesterday because my daughter got into the system and changed things I couldn't get back to normal. I didn't think about having to re-set all our alarms, so we got up late for school this morning. Not by much, thanks to my son's internal clock. After dropping Ash off at school I got to work on my card. I've been wanting to make a cyclops for a while and hoped this one might lend itself to that; however, since I wasn't completely sure what I'd be making, he did end up pretty far to the left of the card. I tried to restrain my need for perfection and create him in a rough squiggly texture. I think it gives the card a lot of character.

I had him done decently early but I could not find my cf card. My camera uses a cf card to store the memory of the photographs and won't take pictures without one. I have two but the other has been MIA for quite some time. It wasn't were it should be and it took me a long time to find it. I'm so grateful that I can talk to God about my moments of panic. I was very close to the brink of freaking out about the card when I remembered to pray. Ash also said a beautiful little prayer for me to help me find the card. It wasn't an automatic find, I had to do a great deal of house cleaning and more praying before it finally turned up around 6:30pm in the sweater I had worn the night before. I did worry and fret about it but a lot less then I would have without God there comforting me.

Final bid 126 credits. This card will go to California. 

I'm surprised to see the cards I like don't do as well in credits. I'm hoping one day that I can get over the fact that I have no idea what anyone else is thinking. Part of me really wants to make things that appeal to a great quantity of people, so the knowledge that they are unpredictable is unpleasant to me. I just need to get over it ;)

Here; however, is the lovely story to go with this creature

Name: Casaran
Height: 4'5"
Location: The Baltic Sea
Nationality: German

Simple Casaran toiling away by the sea.  Staring each day as his days labor sailed away on the crushing waves of the ever churning Baltic.  A shipwright by birth and gift, he crafted each one with such care that even the angels took notice.  Alas, as wondrous as his skill with the keel hull was, his skill with the ladies was not. His one great eye was focus intently upon the one love he could see.