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

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

The Garden Shop

Todays card is another from the wonderful Janet Kruskamp 'The Collection, brought to us by Joanna Sheen. A fabulous detailed image with a little decoupage. I have mounted the image and the matching backing paper onto some pink card. Again I think that this card could be used for a wide variety of celebrations or thoughts. The only embellishment that I've added is a cream organza bow.

How is the weather with you all. I got woken in the middle of the night by a hailstorm, the likes of which I had never heard before. The hail stones were larger than marbles. At one point the cats and I were all just sat there looking at the was just so loud. When I finally got up this morning, most of the hail had gone but the studio roof was still white. The weatherman has predicted snow for I will keep my fingers crossed...after all I'd sooner have snow than weeks and weeks of rain. The only two cats that have ventured out have been Obie and Sprout. They spent a good five minutes looking at the hail on the studio roof and then finally hopped across it. The other cats have taken one look and turned round and headed back to

At the moment, as I write this, a gentleman who I shall call Virgo is hoovering my carpet.It seems that he is a true virgo and cannot just let it be. He said to me just get on with your blog and leave it to I have. Virgo lives on a piece of my land and part of the deal is that he helps me when I need a manly job doing..but never for one minute did I expect him to hoover. I asked him if he could put the rubbish out for me and suddenly he's got a hoover in his hand. Later in the week I shall introduce you to his dog, who is called Jack.

Well the coffee is calling as ever and hopefully Virgo will have not killed the hoover. I had to laugh though as he was hoovering he disturbed Pinky who has a special bed in a large cupboard in the parlour. Well it must have scared her and she shot out of the cupboard bringing the contents with her. On her trail of destruction she also managed to take out 10 plastic boxes, a huge box of stamps and a box of the moment she is under my chair out of the way. Virgo has come to realisation just how much crafting stuff one woman can Mind you he hasn't been in the studio yet.
So until tomorrow...when hopefully the chaos has stooped...take care and happy crafting.

1 comment :

  1. Lovely card. As ever, your comments made me laugh which I really needed as I've been a bit miserable lately. On a more positive note-i've finally got round to advertising my cards at work & got an order for 3 straight away.

    Hope the weather isn't too awful where you are-we just have the gale force winds right now.