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, 26 May 2016

Decoupage Delights...Vintage Motorcycle

Today's card is a design team make for the wonderful company of Decoupage Delights. This wonderful image of the vintage motorcycle is going to feature on the next cd rom. I just love this image with the gentleman dressed as he leathers for him back in the day. Lets hope that he only went slowly.For the background paper I decided to have a play and crumpled some cream paper and went over it with some distress inks. I'm pleased with the outcome as it looks as if it has texture when in fact it's perfectly's the way that the paper has picked up the ink. I matted and layered the image onto some gold mirri and then onto some black.I decided to put the greeting onto some blue card to echo the blue of the sky.

The sun is trying very hard to shine here in the mountains but me thinks that we have rain on the way. I'm hoping that it holds off until tonight, as I've got to go to the doctors later.I don't know what the kittens will make of me going out.It's such a performance to get the wheelchair into my friends car but it's got to be done.I really don't know what has happened this week..I seem to be a day behind and seem to be playing catch up. Goodness only knows what I'll be like after the bank holiday..that's guaranteed to confuse I've braced myself for the hoards of second homers and their power tools..bring out the chainsaws.

All the cats are in and out like a collection of yoyos..back and to..I've told Sparkle it's a wonder that I haven't got paw prints permanently indented into my arm..they can't walk past me without putting a paw on As I write all the kittens are sat on the studio roof...I think that they don't want to go too far, just in case it starts to rain. They are not used to it yet and seem to find it a trial..this getting dry lark. I had to laugh last night..I was having a bath and Gannie just has to keep me company. he loves nothing more than playing with the bubbles and I'm unsure who is the most shocked when he finds my One of these days he is going to end up in the bath..and goodness only knows what he will think of that. He does insist on tapping my head when I'm washing my hair..I think he worries that I'm not going to come out of the bubbles.

Well the coffee is calling and Sparkle has just made a brew. I just feel so spoilt some days. Norah Jones singing in the background and a coffee in my hand..who could ask for more. I'm just being grateful for the little things today. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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