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

Friday, 15 November 2013

Butterflies and blooms

Todays card is from the Age of Elegance cdrom by Joanna Sheen. The backing paper is by William Morris and is from the section featuring his artwork. For that section alone I would buy this cd. I love William Morris design and have many in my home on cushions and curtains. The border is made using a range of dies. The butterflies I have coloured with alcohol ink pens.
Well I can't believe how quickly time is passing. One minute it was August and now christmas is descending upon us with the speed of a train. I still think that they start the selling of christmas far too early in the shops. I have enough trouble trying to organise my thoughts in I'm nearing the end of my christmas card orders now but always remember that as soon as I send them out, my customers will remember another few that they really need and I'll be back on it again. During this time I always work on my own cards as well...if my friends don't get a handmade card from me they think that they've done something to offend me.
Last night was a very loud night in the valley. We had the joy of  a rally visiting the area. As I was sat in my chair listening to the tv, I was serenaded in my right ear by the sound of roaring rally cars. You could hear the change of speed as they rounded a corner and you got to see the flares go up everytime there was a problem...and believe me there were alot of problems. The local authority allowed the local road to be closed and everyone that lives here got to manouver round the hundreds of rally mad spectators. And the best is that they don't give a fig for the locals. They parked wherever they could..after all they didn't want to pay to park. The forestry commission had organised car parks to ensure that they could collect as much money as they could for themselves but of course the spectators thought we can do better than that and discarded their cars wherever they could. Oh the peace and quiet living in the middle of
The coffee is until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.

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