When I lived in Minneapolis I bought a packet of ephemera paper at a junk-full antique shop without really looking. I dug it out of my scrap box recently and realized it was a score card for a handmade item shown at the Minnesota State Fair from a long time ago. Marie Hanzall made a painted driftwood plaque and scored a 90/100 from the judges. But they "felt the bright color detracts." Once I found it it sparked this idea for an art journal spread immediately. Who are we to judge someone's work? For that matter, who are we to judge anyone at all? Going to try to live this question, or rather, its answer, more.