- ATC blank
- Black card snippet cut to ATC size
- Water colour card coloured using Distress Inks: tea dye, vintage photo, aged mahogany
- Visible Image (Craft Stamper Freebie ... yes, AGAIN!) stamped around the edge using the aged mahogany ink
- Tim Holtz Bird Crazy image stamped twice, once on to the watercolour panel and once on to a snippet of white card, using Ranger Archival jet black ink
- Pro markers to colour the image
- Crafters Companion Spray and Shine applied, to protect the water based colours
And still on the snippet eradication trail, here's a batch of three ATC's which used one strip left over from cutting two 13½cm square card panels from a piece of A4 card stock .... never one NOT to flog a new technique to death!!!, yes, it's another deploying both the retiform technique and THAT stamp again!
- Materials used:
- ATC blanks (3)
- Strip of white card stock
- Post it's to mask
- Distress Inks: tea dye, vintage photo, frayed burlap
- Ranger Archival inks: jet black, watering can and sepia
- Images: Visible Image (C.S. freebie ... and AGAIN!) flourish, Magenta foliage, Paper Artsy sentiment and splatter image, C-Art US alarm clock
- Crafters Companion Spray and Shine to seal and protect
And now it's time for the Friday Funny, this week coming at you courtesy of Marsha, ENJOY
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs.
Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late.
I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my
head was hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothing like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently I'm still lost....it's a man thing!!!!.