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

Sunday 12 April 2015

The Red Head


Todays card is from the 'Age of Elegance' cdrom from Joanna Sheen. I just love this cd and cannot praise it higher enough. I have mounted the backing paper and the image onto some gold mirri. I have a created a border and have embellished it with die cut ivy leaves and some blue sequin flowers. The backing paper is a William Morris design.

It seems that we are back to normal with the weather. The wind is raging and the rain is sideways. All the cats have taken a look at the window and said no way! So it is very quiet in here today. Out of the window it looks as if we are back in Brigadoon. The perfect crafting day.I managed to get quite a bit of work done yesterday, watching the Trialthlon on the television. As well as athletics, I am an avid watcher of the Triathlon and sit amazed at what these athletes put themselves through. I have watched the Brownlee brothers since they began and cannot believe how they gain the stamina to continue. Yesterday there was only Jonathan competing and it seemed that he was on his own, in his own world. There is another Triathlon in a fortnight and hopefully both brothers will be competing. I don't know why I like it as much as I do but I find myself captivated by the sheer effort that they all put in. I also watched the womens and the winner was so far ahead the rest of them that she could take a 15 second penalty and it made no difference to her competition. I couldn't even do the swim, let alone the bike ride or the run. Personally I'd still be swimming...lol

Jeffrey is the only cat in the parlour at the moment and seems to wandering round looking for something. He's spent the last half an hour on my legs and has just decided that he needs more food. Well he can carry on wanting. He's just eaten a whole tin of food to himself..because of course Jeffrey cannot eat with the other cats. It all started when he was a kitten...because he was the baby he got fed on his own so that he wouldn't have to compete with the big cats..and since then he has decided that he still shouldn't have to compete and insists on his own bowl. And of course it can't even be in the same room as everyone else. I reckon that he's just been spoilt by Henry and no doubt will continue to be spoilt by everyone else. After all he still is the baby after all..lol. The fact that he is taller and heavier than all the others doesn't seem to come into the argument..lol

Well the coffee is calling and there are a pile of  cards waiting to be finished, And then I have a huge pile of papers that need to be sorted. When I'm working I always seem to end up with a huge pile of images and backing papers that need to be sorted and put away. I tend to put it off and off until there is a quivering pile of papers, card and stamps in a heap  and finally they keep falling down until I get to the point that even I can't stand it any more..lol. And today it's driving me mad..lol. So until tomorrow take care and happy crafting

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