Butterfly Beulah Ferris has a friend to rest and chat with - she found some flowers hidden in a couple of spots on this card. I included words from a hymn - does that give me extra points? See the full story here... MMTPT214 ~ September 4, 2012 ~ BEULAH FERRIS'S DAY OFF! by philsmom at Splitcoaststampers
Our destination this week is Brenda, who is recovering and doing therapy after a very serious auto accident.
The sketch is here - and I found it quite a challenge: http://mojomonday.blogspot.com/
The last butterflies of summer: http://freshbreweddesigns.blogspot.c...of-summer.html
Outdoors, for the card a day blog challenge.
Recipe: computer generated verse
Misc. scraps of dp and cs
Cuttlebug Swiss Dots EF
ribbon, cord
Nesties - circles, border flowers, butterflies
The verse is overstamped with a $1 stamp, in mustard.
Date: Monday, September 3, 2012 GMT Views: 722
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Registered: December 4, 2009 Location: Southern Utah's Dixie Posts: 20558
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 6:37 AM
I love the soft and cheerful colors of this Beautiful card, Dorothy! Though you may have struggled with the layout, it's perfect for the colors and pretty dp's that you used!! Beautiful!
Registered: March 24, 2006 Location: Deep in the Heart of TEXAS Posts: 15980
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 7:16 AM
Dorothy, a bright cheerful card for Brenda!! Great sentiment!
------------------------------ Phyllis Young at heart, slightly older in other parts. We really never grow up, we just learn how to act in public!! What if you woke up today with only what you had thanked God for yesterday??
Registered: October 21, 2010 Location: in the okanagan in b.c. canada Posts: 13012
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 10:10 AM
Love the bright and cheery colors, and that you incorporated that wonderful rich song for inspiration...Beutiful job for Brenda...TFS..:0)
------------------------------ We as people are raindrops of colorful ink , falling down Crisp and Clear, each a different shade more vibrant then the last, but once we realize at the bottom of an endless abyss we all fall into the same inkpot forming one color, only then can we come together as one My son.