Sunday, February 13, 2011
This was suppose to be the year I became a real adult and got real business cards (instead of sloppily scribbling my number down on a scrap of paper . . . like you Rebecca). So far I have made poor on that promise. But if I worked for Lego, my business card would come in the form of a little person with my information printed on their torso. How fun is that?
(Source: Up To Designssent by way of Seth)