Aside from attending Glynis’s wonderful workshop, it’s been hard to get ‘card creative’ recently. Even thinking of making a card under my own steam made me feel sick. Under Glynis’s direction, no problem, but to come up with my own ideas, and sifting through my craft supplies – no. Blank. Empty. Impossible.
But today it felt right. Almost as if it was time to mark the close of one chapter, ready for another to open.
Here is the time-lapse video to show you what I managed to create.
I’m an avid collector of scrap materials – I don’t like seeing masses of beautifully patterned or textured card go to waste. I have bags of the stuff, much like the scrap material I collect. Sometimes it can sit there for years; forgotten and unused, waiting for its purpose. It’s always a joy to stumble across something you thought you’d parted ways with years ago.
I’ve been doing a lot with scrap card recently – it’s a great way of creating cheap, vibrant displays. Part of that, is the joy of snipping away fairly mindlessly, and discovering designs as they present themselves. There is never a solid plan, and it’s quite cathartic. I do like the snip, snip sound of scissors, though, even when not chopping something up!
The song Frankly Mr Shankly was the perfect accompaniment (although copyright issues mean I can’t use The Smiths’ original masterpiece, hence this version by Oslo Swan accompanying the video). My favourite verse is as follows:
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I’ve held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn’t realise that you wrote poetry
I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
The last line, delivered in a way only Morrissey could, never fails to make me smile.
Onwards and upwards.