Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Cottage in the Snow

Todays card is from a Joanna Sheen cdrom. The image has been glittered and mounted onto some silver mirror board. I have just added a small embellishment of a poinsettia and some pine branches. This is one of the now famous cottage cards which have now left the premises. I am so glad that they are now in the hands of the customer..all safe and sound. And now I no longer have to guard them from the
Well this morning I woke to see a white wonderland. It had been and still was snowing quite heavily. As we speak the sky is blue and the snow has all but gone, But for a small space of time, the world was white and changed beyond imagining. It's very cold and bright at the goodness only knows what will happen later. Remembering back to my childhood the cold weather makes me think of duffel coats and mittens on a string. For some reason my mittens had to be either red or green. They were the colours that I loved. I can remember my duffel coat and all the fights that I had with it to button it up. Coats were always bought with room to grow and when I first got my coat it nearly came to my ankles. The thing I remember the most was the weight of the thing. It was just so heavy. And the buttons were huge toggles that I recall struggling with, with either cold stiff hands or  mittened fingers. And once you had fought the battle getting it on, you were so warm and the coat was so stiff..your movements were really restricted. It was only years later when you were just about to grow out of it that it became easy enough to become a joy to wear. I always felt as if it needed breaking a good strong pair of boots.
I have a great amount of excitement today as my parcel of goodies from jb-crafting supplies for whom I do work on the design team. I don't know what's in the parcel yet but I love surprises. I will share what I'll be doing for them with you tommorrow. I'm also working on a card for a silver wedding anniversary you'll see that soon too. Lots and lots of work to do this week..I love it.
Time to go and sort some cards out now but as always I'll need a coffee until tomorrow take care and happy crafting.

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