Can you imagine a day when the entire world is gridlocked on the internet?
What would we do?
Maybe remember the password we’ve been told to save in our hearts?
Look what love can do!
Here’s a little story about a match made in heaven (okay, made in my basement art room, which feels like heaven to me . . . )
Last year I made these little Valentines for my family. Determined to play my slobbery-granny-heart cool, I grabbed some textured cardstock and loaded up some sass:
Sticking it to You
I stuff the pieces of our past
inside my sticky soul.
Wrinkled ducts foil my obsession.
In eternal pain I staple them, sweetly smoothing
the shiny bits of our love.
I love Leftover Art! The messes we make while we’re trying so hard to be perfect can be immensely more satisfying than anything we plan.
Here is my latest Leftover Art project. I started out with one idea and got a little surprise at the end:
How It Started
I had this great idea! What happens when you use good old-fashioned Crayons to add more color to silk flowers? Pretty cool, but needed something . . .
Ooh la la yellow paint! It dried quickly although it seemed to take forever. I was so anxious to see how the pink wax would pop out.
Yay! The pink popped. But still needed more . . .
And yet a third coloring with a little purple added. Look at that luscious color and texture! This flower is goin’ places!
I couldn’t stop myself. One . . . more . . . thing . . . fuzzy yarn!
What else to do with my groovy new flower but put it on a greeting card? Notice I used a crayon to make the paper border stand out better. Typically, I use a black or bronze marker but this card called for something a little more waxy and colorful.
There! That was fun! I made a few more flowers with different colors.
Now time to clean up . . . Oops. What do we have here? Very interesting. Now I can’t go to bed until I think of something clever for this cool souvenir of my Crayon work.
About 3 minutes later (but still up past my bedtime).
Don’t bury your treasures by stepping all over them as they fall at your feet.