Thanks A Lot!!!! You seeping pox-spreading scourge! I just bought MORE stamp pads from Amazon. I thought I was IMMUNE by now.
The Boardonironingboard studio annex will no longer hold all the stamp pads. I HAVE to go out – in this deluge – to Walmart – of all places – to get some plastic thingys to hold everything. Bleh. Itch, scratch, cough, leak, itch and round and round I go.
Yes, yes, yes. Before you start on your own rant and rave – I am aware that I infected you. Among others. BUT nowhere was it stated that YOU had the right to re-infect. (cough, cough, itch – oops, excuse me – I just seeped onto the floor).
This was on Melly’s blog today. Go visit it to see some awesome art and learn some techniques from her videos.
Went to Journal Study Group yesterday. My pimp was there. She supplied me with more sticky backed craft foam. This isn’t weighed in grams either! It is more like a brick of the stuff! I will not be nervous of running out any time soon.
Please go over to Pat’s blog and post a comment! She is so darned funny and engaging I could become addicted to her as an individual.
Yesterday we folded paper into books with pages. The first page of my book is stamped in the Pat’s ‘registered’ style, described in this post. It is my stamp though, I just made it, all by myself. I wanted to ‘get’ her teachings deep into me. I want to incise some texture into the separate parts but I really needed to see how it would stamp up.
The stamp drama continues.
Although, to be frank, she sorta looked like one waiting in the lobby for her fix. As soon as I whipped out the “stuff” and handed it over she sorta mellowed (ha ha get it?!-Melly Mellowed) out.
This week I travelled to the city twice. I have gone into Manhattan more times this year than I have in the past five years (at least). It is invigorating to know that the Journal Study Group is the destination at the end of some of these journeys. It gives me energy to know that I will soon be among a group of like-minded creative women and we will spend hours yakking, laughing and making things. It doesn?t even matter that one is more than a bit silly and another is (shhh) a bit of an addict/user/junkie – no word is strong enough. I, of course, am normal. The others are also normal but not as much as I am.
Plus we had a special guest present and that ratcheted up the chatter a hundredfold. So much she could tell us. We were all having conversations with her at once.
While pretending to demonstrate (whipping them into submission) a bit of this and that, I was really very interested in the theater taking place outside of the second floor dining room window, starring the second special guest of the day.
I walked past the birds, passed by the primates and found myself with some Indians. Phew. Lots of light was available so I?ve used up that excuse. Shirley was nowhere to be seen so that took off some of the pressure. I stood with my back to a BIG canoe (maybe all canoes are big but my experience with them is non-existent) and sketched a mannikin clothed in some traditional dress across the aisle. Lots of people stopped to look – not at me – at the BIG canoe.
Next stop was dinosaurs. I walked and looked and walked and looked to no avail. I could not get up any interest in sketching the bones. I entered many rooms but all I saw were bones. Interesting bones to look at – how tiny were those heads attached to the huge bodies! but my pencil refused to touch paper.
Here?s my excuse. Shirley was drawing the same Golden Eagle. I couldn?t see what she was doing but I knew it would be mucho good. Yes, there was more light. I was right up close to the glass of the well-lit diorama and could see my pencil marks. But, you know, I could see Shirley out of the corner of my eye and knew that she had picked the better vantage point and so her drawing, which would be really, really good anyway – would be even more good. Or better. As soon as she finished I quick-like went to where she was standing in hopes of picking up some of the drawing vibe. Sigh.