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

Saturday, 11 January 2014

Steam Cogs

Todays card is an order for a 32nd. Wedding Anniversary. What I learnt making this card is that the 32nd. anniversary theme is conveyances. Cars.lorries, bikes, carts, trains, planes...anything like that. The gentleman whose anniversary it is likes steam it seemed ideal to use one for this card. The topper is from a Kanban sheet, as is the cog backing card. I added some cogs to the front of the card..they were die cut using a die from Robert Addams All Occasion range.
It is so cold here in the mountains..I have a blanket on my knees and my cardigan on. I laughed to myself this morning as I put my cardigan on. Oh what a follower of fashion I I never have been..I've always followed my own little road. Perhaps it was why I was a punk many years ago. I loved to wear outrageous clothes that no one else did. Now I'm not outrageous my head maybe I still am but on the surface I'm pretty boring..I would much rather be warm. But back to the I put it on I remembered that I've always been a bit of a cardigan girl. I always liked longer ones and had them in many colours. My favourite when I was little was bright red and I also had a pair of red shoes. I thought I was the bees knees. I can also remember that my Gran was always threatening to sew up the pockets of my cardigan..everything ended up in my pockets and still does. If I don't have a pocket..I have been known to go round with a vacant look on my face because I don't know where to put anything. Son is the same...don't get me wrong..he would leave home if I tried to get him in a cardigan..he was 3 the last time I managed But his pockets are always a young boy, I drilled him into his head to hold on to his rubbish until he found a seems that he has never quite managed to find a bin.
Well the coffee is calling...I hope that you have a great until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting

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