I want to show a beautiful card I got last week. It’s a wonderfully handmade card by Lee. I agreed to exchange Christmas cards with her…in my mind…card=postcard :D I made a postcard for her, in fact, it’s the card on my header. I don’t usually show cards before the receiver gets them (forgive me Lee) but I needed a Christmas photo. The other card I made that day ended up in the trash. Here is Lee’s card…the bears are so-o-o cute!!!
Here are two pages from my Strathmore Journal. The big flower piece, I started months ago and decided to finish it…it needs something but I didn’t know what…so I moved on from it. The abstact is about me trying out a new shade of purple
This the last part of a poem by Joyce Carol Oates, entitled The Time Traveler from a book of poems by the same title:
“I don’t recognize
who is that person?
A stranger’s face
in a mirror.”
These are my sentiments about getting older…I don’t have many regrets…a few…or I wouldn’t be human….but sometimes I don’t who that old lady is staring back at me in the mirror. No, I’m not depressed…or going through the holiday blues…just happened that I found the poem last week.