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, 12 November 2013

Ready for Christmas

Todays card is from The Giordano Christmas cdrom by Joanna Sheen. This cd features the fabulous artwork from the Giordano brothers. This cd has lots of sections of artwork including santa, wildlife and children which give you an amazing amount of images to use on your cards and christmas projects. The backing paper is from the cdrom and there are many beautiful papers on the cd that you could use for projects other than christmas. I have mounted the image onto some green card and added a glittered peeloff. The border was made using some of the same green card, to which I added some embellishments from my stash. I hope you like it.
I can't believe the weather here today. Even though there is a cold edge, the sky is blue and I have a clear view of the mountains. Yesterday, the mists had come down and it was if we lived in Brigadoon..invisible to the modern world. And my theory about the sheep knowing more than we do holds up today. The sky is blue and there is not a sheep in view on the mountain...but when we have the heavy rain they all gather at the top of the mountain. Why is this? If you know please let me know and I will share it on here.
Todays card image of the christmas stocking brings many happy memories of hanging my own stocking at christmas. From when I can first remember, one of the highlights of christmas eve was making sure that my stocking was put in exactly the right place. This was so important because if it was not in a prominant place then perhaps Santa might miss it. My stocking was always hung on the mantelpiece at the side. It always had to be in a safe place out of the way of the fire..after all santa would be coming down the chimney. Oh the anticipation of those nights. As I hung my stocking I dreamt of the delights that might be there in the morning. In the morning nothing can describe properly the joy of that bulging stocking. And it was filled with such simple things compared to the excesses of today. I can remember nuts and tangerines. And there was always a small toy and some chocolate. Nothing ever compared to the sweetness of that chocolate, eaten by the side of the twinkling christmas tree. One of the small things in my stocking one year was a tiny china mouse which I still have today. Every time I happen notice this mouse it takes me back to being 6 years old..a time when all my dreams, hopes and wishes were new and the world was a magical place.
Well now the coffee calls and I now have a list of orders to complete. I hope you have a really good until tommorrow...take care and happy crafting.

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