The I's have it.

My English friend's church is putting up a 

Christmas collaborative

with each letter in the verse, 

"JESUS: LIGHT OF THE WORLD"

being created by different individuals

on a 12" x 12" canvas.

 She asked me to make a canvas. 

 I had the letter I.  

While I was making it I was amusing myself all to bits 

with sentences containing the letter "I."  

"I'll take a vowel, Pat.  The letter I, please."

"The I's (eyes) of the world are upon you."

"I'm LOOKING at you."

That begot, "Here's looking at YOU kid."

Only, I didn't have a U.

or

"The apple of my I"

The running dialogue in my head when I'm alone 

and playing with paper and glue

 is really frightening sometimes. 

 Perhaps, I shouldn't share that with you.

I glued old book pages to the canvas.

I painted, decoupaged fabric, and covered it with glitter.

Then, I covered the cardboard "I" with linen 

and vintage laces and buttons.

Here's my "I".

This blog brought to you 

today

by the letter

I.

(Really.  You had to know that was coming!)

Angels We Have Heard On High

This was a jewelry holder I purchased at the Goodwill.

I repainted it.

Glittered it.

Added wings, broken jewelry, and a leftover soldered piece.

I glued a rose to her back.

Then I glued her on to an old plate.

Here's the little felted angel we made last night.

I just love her.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

I hope you are spending it with those you love

and the angels of those you have loved.

Peace.

Mary Had A Little Lamb

Whose fleece was pink, blue, aqua, and with some crazy 

Bob Marley dreadlocks gettin' down with their bad selves.

(Images from Holliewood's Ode To A Muse - Deviant Scrap)

"Huh?"

"What are you talking about Dear Kathy?" you might ask.

What I'm talking about is wool.

In many colors.

Even dyed to match the Dawn dish soap I thought

I had so carefully cropped out of this photo.

Oh well, I've always been partial to that color of blue.

Needle felting.  

I've been learning how to needle felt.

Again, you might say,

"But Kathy, haven't you learned by now

to steer clear of sharp and painful objects?"

Nonsense.

Me and my beloved band-aids

 have become quite close

as of late.

I made this.

It wasn't hard.

It was a one band-aid craft.

This one needs more beads.

It was a no band-aid one.

I'm getting better.

On Monday we're going to make an

adorable Christmas angel.

I should be all healed up by then!

And this?

It's a blank canvas.

It's the letter I - or at least it will be.

I'm supposed to be making that

for my English friend's church.

It's due next weekend.

I work well under pressure.

After all,

Danger

is

my middle name.

Well, actually, it's Marie 

but that doesn't have

the same

'Je ne sais quoi'

now does it?

The Case of the Butterglass Shards

She knew the way to do it.

She had thought it through.

She had consulted experts, even.

And a few unscrupulous men

who would do it for a few pennies

or for their own amusement.

She had even purchased the tools.

Yes.

She was attempting to cut her own glass.

In her kitchen.

Not realizing two things.

One,

that cut, broken glass is very sharp.

Two,

that the butter dish was

terribly,

awfully,

dangerously

close to her...

As she scored the glass

per the instructions,

then grasped the scored piece of glass

with the pliers and

snapped thusly -

two things happened.

Broken shards flew into the butter.

And -

she needed to locate

the box of

bandaids.

1 inch wide for extra coverage.

That should do it.

Glass cutting 101.

If at first you don't succeed,

try, try again.

Then give-up.

There's no sense in being a fool about it.

I've been cutting up teacups and plates

for a while now.

Making jewelry with

nary a bloodstain to be had.

Glass, well,

glass is

different.

I'm still practicing.

This song comes to mind.

I'm going to go bake more cookies

for the staff at the E.R. now.

A Thank You Quickie

Shame on you for what you were thinking...

Thank You.

I wanted to do a quickie blog-post

Thank YOU.

I appreciate all the advice and kind words.

You ladies are wonderful.

Cheers!

Somebody STOP Me!

I have pieces leftover from the craft show.  

And, I think I'd like to open an Etsy shop.

Now, do I think the world really needs

more craft objets d'art?

Umm...let me think.

No.

Here's my question:

 I'd like to sell the necklaces.

Santa and Christmas were big.

So were the Kiss Me Keys.

What do you think about tags?

I made these tags.

I didn't sell any.

I like them but the question is

would anyone want to actually purchase them?

I've had quite a bit of cold medicine

and

knocked back a bottle of whiskey.

I can take it.

Tell me the truth.

(and I'm kidding about the whiskey)

I have Jack Nicholson in my head screaming,

"You can't HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!"

 How about paper tags?

I love this Redbird Christmas.

Obviously, not to everyone's taste

since I still have it.

Are tags a "dime a dozen" 

so to speak?

Seriously,

your opinion means a lot to me.

Honest answers.

Please.

I can take it.

I'll have a shot glass

and vodka

at the ready...

I'm Ver-Vera Tired...

A co-worker from New Orleans says,

"I'm ver-vera tired"

when she is in fact very, very tired.

Remember people used to say, "I'm sick and tired of... (fill in the blank) ?

That is me, today.

Well, I am literally, sick AND

ver-vera tired.

While making the necklaces for the craft show

I hung them on this

Trompe L'Oeil chair that I have.

It looked pretty nifty, if I do say so myself.

I made over 50 necklaces.

The china plate necklaces didn't sell as well.

Neither did the tags.

Funny what people decide they want

or

don't want.

I have some of these left.

Here's the backside of the kissing keys.

Say?!

I like that description.

Kissing Keys.

See the top right hand side quote?

Do you know what that is from?

Neither did anyone at the craft show.

It's from Gone With The Wind.

I thought everyone knew that.

Obviously not.

I think it means I'm old.

Darn it.

This is what I see out my kitchen window.

Well, not exactly.

I "dogged" it up some in Photoshop

with a free texture from Kim Klassen.

The craft show is over.

Fall is on it's way out, now.

Winter is coming.

And

I'm sick and tired.

Stay tuned.

I'm going to have a give-away for a necklace.

Soon.