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

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Folky Snowman

Todays card is from a cd from the wonderful team at Creative Crafting World. The snowman is decoupaged and I love the fact that he is really rotund. On his candy cane is a cardinal, which seems to be the american version of our robin. I don't know a lot about the cardinal apart from the fact that it appears in most american christmas images. I have recently made a decoration using one, which I will be sharing with you at the weekend.

There are alot of funny coloured cats walking around my house I did some more painting in the house yesterday and of course they all had to help. My friend has been calling Raven, Pepi Le Pue because she now looks like a skunk, with a white stripe up her tail and along her back. I've been keeping my fingers crossed that none of them decide to walk on the bathroom windowsill. It was a beast to paint along with the window frame and the last thing I need is a little set of pawprints to decorate All the cats think that I have only put the paint cloths down for them to lie on. Every time I go past..I find a cuddle of cats going on, on the landing. As I write this Raven is lay on my's rather nice..almost like having a living hot water bottle. As long as I sit here with my legs up..she won't move. It's definitely better than having her sit on my arm as I try to type. She really is my little home body, not wanting to go out...and she even sleeps with me at night, curled up in my arm. Reg doesn't like any thing to change and gets a bit uppity when you try to do anything. Every time you turn round, he is there watching your every move. As my friend found out yesterday as he tried to come down the ladder..Reg was there at the bottom.

Excitement is getting me a little giddy. I may actually have a kitchen at the weekend. Hopefully my builder is coming and is going to put up my cupboards and worktop.And then the most exciting thing..I'm having a tiled splashback behind my cooker and worktop. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would ever have the kitchen I'm ending up with. Don't get me wrong..I have seen hundreds of kitchens that have cost thousands of pounds, and that has never been an option here. My kitchen will be a testament of what can be done with very little money. I will have to post pictures when it's done. The landing is nearly finished..thank goodness...I seem to spend my days walking around touching things up..covering white with red and straightening up paint lines. Hopefully tomorrow all my ornaments and books can go back onto the shelves. And of course pictures on the walls.

Well the coffee is calling and so is a paintbrush. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting

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