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

Friday, 27 May 2016

Jiggery Makery....Pretty in Pink

Today's card is a design team make for the wonderful Jiggery Makery. For today's make, I decided to work with the fabulous Penny. I just love the way that her skirt swings out..I would have been forever twirling if I had had a skirt like this when I was can remember having a bit of a thing for that.I have coloured the image with my promarkers and just added her to a background paper matted onto some navy card.I decided to colour her skirt navy and cerise after seeing a very similar design on a television programme. If you get the chance why not pop over and take a look at all the Jiggery Makery are bound to find one to suit whatever make you want to create. Also on the facebook page, you can see all the other makes..I always have a look for a little inspiration.

Well the sun is shining here in the mountains today and all the cats have left home yet again. When I got up this morning there wasn't one in the house. They came in one by one and said where is our breakfast. I filled the trays and it's been like a permanent buffet ever since. Simon in particular comes in, eats a mouthful and then leaves..and then repeats..again and Nosey keeps popping in just to check in case anything has happened. Jeffrey seems to only come in at dusk..eating a whole tin and then leaving. It's so different in the winter months when everyone is curled up in their special places.

The bank holiday weekend is just about ready to begin and no doubt there will be power tools and loud music, dogs without leads and people wandering aimlessly talking about people that live here as if we can't hear. I've got my weekend planned though..I have a heap of work and am so excited about it all..lots of colouring and lots of mixed media..even involving a moonshine this

Well the coffee is calling and then the pens will be out. I feel as if I need a caffeine hit. I went to the doctors yesterday and now am to keep my right hand strapped. My thumb is having a bit of a moment and seems to kick out..and then it hurts like nothing else. And this is a real pain because I'm right every thing from holding a pen, paintbrush or working scissors can make me want to scream. So it looks like I'll be doing a bad Keith Lemon impression with my hand strapped. Just as I'm sitting here the sound of a power tool is echoing around the's So anyway, I'll be back tomorrow..until then..take care and happy crafting.

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