This is for Mothermark's Teaparty. We are supposed to bring flowers and maybe a friend for Beulah, so here's a garden full of different flowers for her take her pick on which one she'd like to rest, and I see a little butterfly flitting about waiting for her arrival so he can keep her company!
Image is Garden Party from Squigglefly. Colored with Copic markers and chalk. Sentiment computer generated.
Date: Tuesday, September 4, 2012 GMT Views: 769
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Registered: April 1, 2012 Location: Rogers, AR Posts: 28936
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 7:53 AM
I love the colorful flowers you have on your card and the glittery trail of the butterfly. Such a uplifting card!
------------------------------ Jan 'Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ'. Philippians 1:6
Registered: March 24, 2006 Location: Deep in the Heart of TEXAS Posts: 15980
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 8:01 AM
Holly, love card! Love all those flowers with that sweet little butterfly flying around with the sparkly trail!
------------------------------ 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: March 11, 2008 Location: Sacramento, California Posts: 39766
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 8:05 AM
Oh Holly I just love the whimsical feel to your darling card. Well done. TFS :0)
------------------------------ Cathy B aka: Mutnik ....or is it Nutmeg?! I get so confused!
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Registered: October 21, 2010 Location: in the okanagan in b.c. canada Posts: 13012
Tue, Sep 04, 2012 @ 10:32 AM
such a bright cheery b-day card. LOVE the sparkles...so cute....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.