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

Monday, 5 January 2015

Teapot Posy

Todays creation is a design team make for the wonderful team over at JB-Crafting. I decided that I wanted tomake a little piece of art for my kitchen. I decided to use this lovely stamp from the Stampendous range. It's called Cling Teapot Posies. This stamp was a pleasure to use, it stamped so easily and cleanly. Over the years I have been lucky enough to use many different brands of stamp and many are just a pain. Some you end up having to fight with to get a good image. But with this particular range, I can honestly say that I have never had a problem.

I have a book into which I collect small sayings or quotes and this little saying has been sitting in the book until the mood struck me. I had a small canvas board which I painted with a buttermilk acrylic and then I edged it with a burgundy. I stamped the image 5 times using my memento inkpad and coloured it with my copics. I cut the roses off 4 of the images and added them to the corners and then I mounted the whole image at the bottom of the canvas and added the little quote to the top. It will now be living somewhere in my kitchen.

My kitchen is coming on, I have only 5 crates left to empty but have been a little ill over the new year, so as soon as I'm feeling well enough I will be getting on with it. My projects for this year are to get the back room changed into a dining room and to find my studio under from all the stuff that has ended up being stored in there. And if I can ever save enough money I want to replace my two front windows. More than anything else..this will be the means that I will have to clear my corner, right by the biggest cat flap in the Goodness only knows what I'll find. It may take me a week to clear it all. But at least I won't have to face that until the summer. I have already told the builder that the new window will have to be suitable to be a cat I couldn't face having all my cats sulking at me.

It's still cold here in the mountains. My bones are aching with the cold. I have my socks on and a blanket on my I'm not cold on the outside but it feels as if every bone is hurting. I have to laugh sometimes..I can ache with the cold and the rain and I'm not supposed to go out in the sunshine, so I've come to the conclusion that I'm just meant to be a moaning Sprout is the only cat that has decided to brave the cold..all the others are taking it in turn to keep the bed Jeff is back in his pen because he is still having a slight limp and it's the only way to keep him When he's out and about he's like a wild thing dashing until his leg is properly healed it's days in the pen. He does have a lot to say about it but then he does have a lot to say about

Well the coffee is calling but it will just have to keep calling this week. I ran out a couple of days ago and there is no hope until next week. I may find myself with a whole different personality before long..either that or I'll be asleep due to lack of So until tomorrow take care and happy crafting..I'm off for a cup of tea.

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