So a friend of mine from work was planning a massive trip to Africa, one that will span quite a few months.
We had a small work party to send her off, including gluten-free cake (made by another awesome co-worker), plenty of warnings and a little journal for when she’s travelling. We all signed pages in the little journal, but since I was not baking, I wanted to give her something more. I mean after nearly 4 years of working with her, I’d like to send her off with more than a smile and wave good-bye.
So, since I suck at this words and feels cohesion bit, I figured I’d give my dear little wordsmith, Pickle, a chance to say something. Since this is the first time I’ve mentioned Pickle on here, here’s some context: Pickle is one of the 4 budgie baby pals belonging to my father, but due to my work schedule I spend the most time with them. The four are named, Pickle, Salsa, Cloud and little baby Storm-born. Pickle is the noisiest of the bunch, he’s chocked-full of stories and discussions to be had with the walls, tree branches and paper clips. He’s ALWAYS talking, even when his head is buried under his wings with eyes shut, he’s still talking. It’s quite amazing really.
So I made a card for my friend with little Adventure Pickle on it.
As you can see, he’s all decked out with his special adventure hat, little backpack (with Canadian maple leaf, seeing as he was born in Scarborough), a giant map, and his water bottle. Which, being Pickle, he has spilt. He’s quite the chubby little bird, also very adventurous in person, he’s made great trips up to my room to sit cuddled up in my blankets on a few occasions, he’s also flown into mirrors and bookshelves.
Anyways, enough of my pointless Pickle-talk. Upon receiving said card, my friend was very happy (or so I’m going to believe). It was nice feeling like I did a little more than just a simple signing of a group journal/card.
Done using Crayola pencil crayons, on printed cardstock.
Ayesha Khan 