Good Morning Friends. It's a very gray drizzly one here in Upstate SC, and we may be getting some sleet later today (even heard the other "S" word bandied about). We're planning to go to the fitness center in a bit, so I'll do this post and be off to get dressed.
This card will be a birthday card for a cousin who belongs to the Red Hat Ladies*. I did the card, then decided to use a new Elizabeth Craft Die for the sentiment. Not sure if I like the sentiment on the front of the card. I'll show you both pics and see what you think.
- image is from a Hero Arts set of 4 small stamps, Women in Hats (snippet of Copic Xpress paper used to stamp
- colored with copics, background airbrushed with V01, V04. Used colorless blender & piece of chenille to texturize
- S/Binder classic circle, classic scallop to diecut & mat
- red pieces were snippets left from another project. Both rectangle & circle were cutouts from where I try to avoid layers underneath top pieces. Rectangle was embossed with the SU mesh folder (and sorry, it has another name, but it looks like mesh to me!)
- Purple Bazzill textured cardbase - the good quality kind of Bazzill
- Happy Birthday is diecut with Elizabeth Craft Die on a snippet
- lavendar trim on the red rectangle is from a S/Binder small Moroccan Motif and was also a snippet
just large enough for this particular die to fit
Hope you like the card, hope my cousin will like it too! I'm off to see what those crazy girls are doing at the Playground. It's Friday, so I'm sure they will no doubt be up to something I don't want to miss! (I heard something about kissing boys? Come along...we'll check it out!). Have a grand day, do something fun or relaxing, and get ready for a wonderful weekend. As always, thanks for stopping to visit. I love seeing all the places my visitors are located. Hugs
* Here is part of a poem, about the Red Hat Ladies. I can't find a complete copy of the poem - uh, one has to buy that!
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which
doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops
and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens . . .
of the poem pleases its readers when the woman says . . .
But maybe I
ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.