I liked the black and the flowers and the flourishes and the over- lapping large and small boxes and after not less than four aborted attempts, I finished my card.
Of course, to make the connection more obvious I should really have used tan but somehow I ended up with purple. Best laid plans and all that.I am also entering my card into the challenge for CAS at Simply Stamping. I used floral images from my Just Believe Stampin Up set as silhouettes over my landscape. My sentiment is by Inkadinkado and is part of a set my best matey, Julie, gave me and I added a Marianne Die leafy flourish.
And now for something to make you laugh:
it really is worth reading...It's an e-mail that was sent to me by my friend who lives abroad about his Colonoscopy: (ps "Aintree" is a famous, regularly shown on TV,
"Having felt a degree of discomfort in the bowel dept I decided to "go private" abroad as a visit to the
The doc reeled off an ever more terrifying list of potentential causes, suggesting a return home for a colonoscopy. Or he could do it here for slightly less than the
It only took a day of anguish to sign up with the Bummeister for the following week. At this point, along with smoking or non smoking, I should have ticked a "yes to anaesthesia" box had there been one.
The night before one needs to imbibe 10 pints of foul tasting emetic within 4 hours. Mmmmm.
When I was a kid I had a plastic rocket you half filled with water and then pumped to high pressure with a bicycle pump. Upon releasing the catch the missile erupted from the ground at huge velocity spewing water in the opposite direction with equal force. That approximates to the first hour on the toilet the following morning.
When greeted by the Bummeister I was told to reveal my lower half. A pretty nurse appeared and as I slipped into sluttish blue paper trousers stylishly worn with the gaping fly to the rear I almost felt coquettish as she pretended not to notice me, and busied herself with what looked like the working core of the Tardis.
I was invited to recline on a sumptuous paper pad as the main man discussed ice hockey, and continued to do so for far to long.
When he said he was going to insert a camera in my rectum I was reassured by the smile on the nurses lips. The camera I did not expect was the Aintree outside broadcast camera c1950, accompanied by the entire crew including the continuity girl.
The intense pain was only relieved by comparison to the subsequent pain as he inflated my colon with air, puffing on the rubber bulb like Hyacinth Bucket doing her aphids.
It was it this point he took a call on his mobile whist poking meters of cable ever deeper with the gusto of a Victorian chimney sweep.
We eventually reached the small intestine whereon he pointed out I could see the light shining through my body wall if I wished. As the light glowed I could only think "phone home".
As he withdrew the instrument he paused occasionally to crop polyps like an excited school girl harvesting wild flowers for her mum.
Finally the last few feet revealed what looked like the main street of Hobbiton or Bag End with cosy hobbit holes to the left and right. I expected him to point out Frodos house but he muttered something about Diverticulosis, which I took to be a minion of the Dark Lord.
Anyway, as the equipment finally fell out like a Scotsman’s caber completing its summersault I was left with a belly like the Hindenburg and the feeling you get as the lights go up after the movie."