Wednesday, April 14, 2010

For a friend

This card was made over recently and when I returned from the deep south today I had a phone call to say a friend in Wellington has been in hospital.
I thought this card might cheer her up a little.
Many thanks to those that have read my earlier blog post and have left a comment or emailed me. Your kind words are most appreciated.
Happy crafting

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

In loving memory of Lynne 6.4.1964 - 5.4.2010

When I have a "blue" day I always use purple as it reminds me of the poem "When I am old I shall wear purple.
Easter Monday was a blue day and I made about 3 purple cards. One was for my sister who has a birthday on the 6th (Tuesday). I had spent the afternoon with my friend Lynn and by the end of the afternoon had changed my colour selection as it was no longer deemed a blue day. I am lucky to have friends that can change the colour of my day and am very grateful to have them in my life.
One of the cards I made was for my sister and sadly I will not have the opportunity to give it to her as she was taken from my life at midday on Monday the day before her 46th birthday whilst climbing down Mitre Peak.

So little sis I shall grow old for the both of us and wear lots and lots of purple. I will miss you.


When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Poem by Jenny Joseph