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, 4 November 2016

Decoupage Delights....Christmas Designs...Day 4

Today's card is a design team make for the wonderful Decoupage Delights. This is another card from their vintage Christmas 1 and 2 cdrom. I love the soft effect of this image and it reminds me of a lot of cards that arrived in the post when I was a child. On the farm we didn't get the post until lunch time and quite often the post man would sit down for a natter and something to times have changed. These days the postmen are given so little time to complete their rounds..after all these days it's all about doing it for the least money possible. In the old days the postman and the milk man were means of getting the news about surrounding farms and villages. Looking back to the Christmas cards of the era, getting one with glitter on it was considered to be a very upper class product..perhaps where I got my glitter obsession from. I was always fascinated by the

It's quite nippy here in the mountains today. The local paper has given out a hail and snow warning but who knows. My Grandmother would have said that it's too cold to snow but who knows. The sky is a very strange colour..I don't know what to expect.Most of the cats are in..all claiming their special spots. I think Simon has the's behind the parlour door..when it's He likes to sit in the triangle made by the door being wedged open. He likes to sit head first into the wedge shape...I think that it's something to do with his problems with his eyes. It may make him feel safe and secure. Isn't that what we all want when we're looking to settle down for a little rest?

Well the coffee is calling and then it's off to get the paint and ink out. A messy afternoon is called So until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.
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