The first thing I see in the morning is the sky.
Even though the window is small.
The sorting continues and it is just amazing how many things are still here, forgotten. But then not really.
Because they do continue, like a form born in a dream.
Dream catching is very tricky.
Sometimes I like the card form just because it stands. As a display form.
I am not sure who might expect a card like this.
I slept well, but woke suddenly. I sensed some sort of disturbance, but I cannot remember.
your wild things make my heart sing!
Groovy!
have u ever made a coiled basket, jude? this card inspires me to have a go at it. a card like this would look amazing just sitting on a table or a shelf, or framed on a wall. the person who received it could write their own message inside!
Yes, I was just considering the message, maybe it could be a note to self…
I have added a folded piece of paper inside cards (those too beautiful to write on & those meant to be reused!). Your cards are framable…which I have also done! ha
And yes,I have made a basket or 2. very small.
I just LOVE your beasts, paper or cloth
they are good company
Anyone who knows you would love a card like that from you for any reason! And i bet you could easily sell any cards you make!!
Morning sky view … and, as always, a smattering of heart shares and images that stir the imagination and uplift the heart. Gifts galore.
morning is a reminder,,,
I’m like a bird – the first bit of light and I am awake. so in winter I sleep later than in summer. I have a cozy corner where I eat my breakfast and watch the light change from indigo to sea blue and finally a pale blue/grey. The light through the bare tree branches turns them into black lace. To me, morning is a magical time!
yes, I like early morning best.
I had a small, high rectangular window in my teenaged bedroom…that slice of sky was a good friend to me.
Love this card, love all of them really.
It’s a window like that…
and women with threads are menders. scraps are like fragments of thought flickering ( burning or shining unsteadily; wavering. ) in my mind. hard to pin down so i often attempt on paper and with cloth.
sky watching is often and refreshing and essential to my health.
I like the morning sky, while I am still wordless…
Nice to see the real beast feet next to the wild thing, I too love your
cards!
My mom always said I shoul do cards. I used to make them when was a kid…
i love to make cards for birthdays especially. i use bits and scraps and photos and images of my work for collages that sounds a bell. helps me get up in the morning with gusto. and with a cuppa coffee and images swirling in my mind , i recall moments shared with that person i am making 4 “by 6 ” piece for. running out of John Lennon Imagine stamps!!
Woke before sun was up to 6” of snow in SW Texas! A glorious winter wonderland and two, rare for us, Acorn woodpeckers on my deck, my heart is happy. Simple pleasures.
Wow! I actually look forward to some snow…
Your cards are amazing 💙💙💙
I really like the illustration in this form. There is new joy.
I’m usually awake well before there is any light in the sky, but I keep the blinds open on my side of the bed so the moonlight can visit … then I go in the kitchen for breakfast and blog reading while watching the sun rise
I confess to having a bad habit of buying note cards that I like so much that it’s hard to let them go … even knowing how much they will be appreciated …
and how wonderful that those stippled orbs can exist simultaneously here and in real life
It is only recently I am sleeping until sunrise, but i am not complaining.
I wonder what the inside of this card might say.
I realize a lot of the old drawings, at least parts of them became cloth things.
This morning I woke up dreaming about making ink…
Me too with breakfast….
Love the card!
Thanks!
Your Wild Things are the stuff of Dreams, Jude. Lovely how the trees resemble black lace against the early morning skies.
I looked for a long time.
A sky is a thing of wonder to see first thing in the morning … “scraps of self” – what a perfect, meaningful way to speak of what one creates and offers me fodder for pondering today, and most likely days to come.
Thank you for the scraps of self you share so generously in your daily posts …
I live in a pile of scraos, ha!