In summer, when there is nary a cloud I feel like the palette has been wiped clean and mother nature cannot think of a thing to say. Considering that she (in my world) is a female, how unlikely is that? A female with nothing to say? Just un-natural. So, we had light snow on Sunday - didn't really stick but still, just the act of falling and lightly layering the grass was enough to elicit a sigh and a smile.
I refuse to apologize for my taste in weather, men, pets or food. After all, this is my dream.
Mail art has been flowing so just wanted to share some of them -
|True? or False?|
|You cannot tell it but I used an old stamp glassine envie over the photos for depth|
|Watercolor paper with oil pastels and double dip on the embossing powder|
|Embossed over photo then restamped and embossed again in clear|
|Embossed in 3 tones layered apart on embossing powder all on watercolor paper for texture|
|Mabel has mica over her - and it came through the mail without getting cracked up.|
|Oil pastels on watercolor paper|
And my arrivals have been scrumptious!