This week our destination is Ransom, PA.If you would like a destination for your card, how about sending it to Brenda? She was brought to our attention by scrappinmama72inpa (Emily).
I first used the Wrinkle Free Distress technique by using Broken China, Peeled Paint and Mustard Seed. After I had the paper dry, I punched two different sized flower punches and there is a small circle punch in between those layers. I also punched the very small flowers as a single layer to fill. I wanted my card to look like a field of flowers for Brenda.
The butterfly is four layers of vellum. The bottoms three layers are all heat embossed and the top layer is stamped. I used a Nailhead for the butterfly head, and black crystals for the rest of the body. The trail is by Prima and I lifted the butterfly on dimensionals. No scripture this time, but an encouraging sentiment. Thank you for hosting Fran! Thanks so much for taking a peek!
Date: Monday, September 3, 2012 GMT Views: 350
Registered: March 24, 2006 Location: Deep in the Heart of TEXAS Posts: 16128
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 7:19 AM
Kathleen, this a lovely card! Love those sweet flowers with that big butterfly!! Nicely done!!
------------------------------ 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??
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Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 10:21 AM
Kathleen, you definitely accomplished what you wanted to do... a Gorgeous field of flowers this sure is. so much work and LOVE. Just love your layered butterflies and flowers and especially the pretty pearls in the centers too...Can you just imagine Brenda's room soon....Will be so pretty and fun....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.