Well I had a bit of a design overload at Chez Reaveley, last night. Or should I say this morning, as it was 5.45 when I finally put down my pens and scissors and crawled into bed. The Babe always says that my hands keep on cutting in their sleep a bit like Edward Scissorhands. Maybe I should rename myself Dyan Glue stick fingers.? Doesn't have quite the same ring about it does it, lol.?? So I am writing this whilst still in bed, all nappy haired and bleary eyes. I would like to say that of course my natural beauty is still shining through and I am the epitome of an English rose.!!! But unfortunately I can't, lol. Ahh well, we can only dream. I remember the days when I never came in until about 7 in the morning, 30 mins sleep, quick shower, bit of slap and 2 Pro plus and I was back at work looking as fresh as a daisy, lol..!!
Two more Ledger Journal pages.
Paints - Dylusions, purple, pink
Stamps - Dylusions, vines-Around the Edge
- Dyan's downloads - glasses D22, neckerchief D28
all other images - magazines
Paints - Dylusions, red orange
Spray inks - Dylusions, Post Box Red
Mica inks - Dylusions, Mica Pearl Burnt Orange
stamps - Dylusions, vine-Around the Edge, leaf-Tallulah Tripp, bird and hat-Bits and Bats
Dyan's downloads - glasses D22 , hands D24 , neckerchief D28 , Quote D20
Other images - magazines
Ok, that'll have to do for today as I have got a million and trillion things to do before the kids class tonight. I would like to spend the morning preening and transforming into the glamorous creature you have all come to know...!!!!( Ha ha frikkin dylusional or what..???) Instead it will be quick shower, under eye blackness concealer, lots of bronzer and a large bandana for my hair. And before you get all confused, that says BANDANA and not BANANA.!!
Quote of the Century
"You are an extraordinary woman.
How can you expect anything ordinary to happen to you"
Louisa May Alcott
"If I find in myself desires in which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world"
C. S. Lewis