It’s that time of year again, Shimelle's Journal your Christmas starts tomorrow and as always I’m excited to be taking part again. I really can’t praise this class enough, for one payment you can join in every year and have a lasting reminder of your Christmas.
I look forward to seeing some of you in class
there are so many little moments in the year waiting to be scrapped, I really should get on and make more layouts!
I’m looking forward to joining in here over the weekend, should be a lot of fun and help me get in the festive spirit.
I’ve been quite good this week
The Christmas pudding has been made
A Christmas cardigan has been started for my granddaughter
and another card made thanks to My Minds Eye blog here
I’m now ready for more ideas and inspiration thanks to Jennifer’s blog
I thought it was time to accept the fact that Christmas is just around the corner and start making some cards.
I started by buying a digi stamp from here and made these simple cards.
I had seen some lovely cards on this blog which I tried to copy using inks I had on hand, not quite in the same class but I had a go!
A little cardigan for my granddaughter is ready, well I need to sew one button on and some red wool has been ordered ready to make another one.
I’m also looking out a Christmas Pudding recipe ready to make this week and soon my Christmas CD’s will be busy annoying everyone, I am getting in the festive spirit it seems.
It was a winter’s evening long ago and I was watching a film with my parents, not a very scary film, in fact quite a nice film called The Million Pound Note. If I remember rightly it starred Gregory Peck and was based on a book by Mark Twain.
The film was about a poor American sailor fortunate enough to be passing the house of two rich gentlemen who have conceived the crazy idea of distributing a note worth one million pounds. The sailor finds that whenever he tries to use the note to buy something, people treat him as if he is a King and let him have whatever he likes for free.
That night I settled down in my bed quite happily and was soon asleep. Suddenly a pale hand clutching a note appeared in the doorway and an evil voice whispered “ sell your soul to me Jane and I will give you a million pounds!” The note fell from the hand very slowly.
My poor parents were woken by loud desperate screams and rushed into my bedroom to see what was wrong. There I was on my hands and knees searching frantically “It’s here somewhere ” I said!
I like to think I would have given it back!!!
This little story is part of Sian's Storytelling Sunday, do pop over to her blog and read some more.
