I made this Exploding Box for my dad for Father's Day. As he lives in Ireland I had to post it. On my way to the post office, had to post it that day or it would've been late, I remembered didn't take any photos, just so typical of me. Rushed back home, ripped open the packaging took out the box, and took some photos very quickly, packaged it back up and rushed back to the post office. my Dad rang me on the Friday before Father's Day to say he got it and loved it!!!!
I love the way that when you open the box it explodes out, and you can look through the different layers
Sorry if the photos aren't great, but it was a rush job!!!!
I love these exploding boxes. I made the first one in Paper Paradise's workshop, will post later.
Bye
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Sketch Challenge Layout
Here is my page for the challenge at Paper Paradise forum.
This is a photo of my mum and dads wedding in 1970. The photographer that they hired lost all the negatives of their wedding photos so there is only about 12 photos of the whole day. In 1990 for their 20Th anniversary, my husband and myself made an album for them. We rang all the family members who would of been at the wedding and asked them to see if they had any photos of the day, some did. We copied them, put them in a wedding album bought in a shop. So mum and dad had some more photos that they had never seen, they were thrilled with the album. Unfortunately I never heard of scrap booking then, so the photos are put in in the boring way!!!!!! Maybe I will "borrow" the album for their next anniversary and re-vamp it.
I used DCVW 12x12 Old world Stack, that my husband gave me as a birthday present last year.
I then got some plain maroon card stock for matting. I stamped Crafty Individuals C1-149 stamp around the edges with Color Box Chalk Maroon, I only wanted a hint of a design I think it worked. I used a corner rounder to soften the matting a little. I inked the edge of the photo with Maroon, stuck in place.
I then cut some card stock for the little journalling block, again stamped with Crafty Individual stamp. Again I used a corner rounder to soften the matting. I then printed the journalling onto some vellum (using Lucinda Calligraphy font), attached the vellum to the block with some gold heart brads. I then mounted the block on foam pads and stuck into place.
I then printed the heading in reverse on plain paper, attached it to the back of a strip of maroon card stock, trimmed down, ran it through my Xyron 510 machine, then hand cut the title using craft Knife and scissors, then stuck the letters into place.
I used Prima flowers and some diamond gems in the centre to add a touch of bling!!!
And that's my page!!!
Friday, 15 June 2007
Very Touching Poem
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa , Florida , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St.Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple,but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? .......What do you see?
What are you thinking......when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ...not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do.
And forever is losing .............. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ....... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ....... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ......as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .......who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen ...........with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. ..........a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty .........my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows........that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now .......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ....... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ........ My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ......... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ........have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me........to see ! I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .......... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ......... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me .......... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ............I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ........young of their own.
And I think of the years...... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor,depart.
There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ...... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again ........my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys.............. I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living.............life over again.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ..........open and see..
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be there, too!
I have just copied this poem from Tracey's site, as it touched me greatly.
Thanks for sharing Tracey. (copied some of Tracey's wording as well, the wording just seemed so right)
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? .......What do you see?
What are you thinking......when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ...not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do.
And forever is losing .............. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ....... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am ....... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ......as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .......who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen ...........with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. ..........a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty .........my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows........that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now .......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ....... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ........ My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ......... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ........have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me........to see ! I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .......... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ......... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me .......... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ............I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ........young of their own.
And I think of the years...... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor,depart.
There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ...... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again ........my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys.............. I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living.............life over again.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ..........open and see..
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be there, too!
I have just copied this poem from Tracey's site, as it touched me greatly.
Thanks for sharing Tracey. (copied some of Tracey's wording as well, the wording just seemed so right)
Monday, 11 June 2007
Demo ATC
I was looking through my ATC folder and realised that on the day of the ATC workshop, I was lucky enough to have swapped with Sue from Paper Paradise, and then realised that this was one of the ATC's that I was using on the Dabble Day for make and take.
Sunday, 10 June 2007
Dabble Day
Dabble Day
On the Saturday the 9th of June, Paper Paradise held a Dabble Day for the Pink Rose Appeal. Crafters came and had a go at making cards, parchment craft and ATC's. Everyone donated some money for make and takes. The week before Sue asked me to look after the ATC table, as the person who was doing it couldn't make it due to illness. I was shocked, delighted, trilled and down right terrified. I had never done anything like this before. Sue and myself came up with 3 different ATC's and a tag based on ATC's, as it wasn't a class we kept the ATCs very simple using basic amount of materials. What we did use was the Miniature Themed Books from Crafty Individuals which are fantastic, must get some. I forgot to take a photo of the ATC's have to pop into Sue and get some photos taken as a memory more than anything. I really enjoyed the day and the ladies that came to my table seemed to have fun. Thank you Sue, I now know that I can do something like this and have fun doing it.
Helena
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