From Yuck to Yuks

This is Janet, reporting that I’ve finally started in on a regular, 20-hour week in creative pursuits, eleven weeks later than the planned start of mid-September. Who would’ve thought that moving house was such a time waster?

Anyway. The first two four-hour days were spent in card-making. Here are both attempts at a Christmas card for Gillian’s cousin Angela, whose beloved, sweet and funny husband Bob died this summer.

With Angela’s bereavement in mind, I at first considered the Darkness of Advent, and the sliver of Light that appears at first so faintly, it may be misconstrued as an idea of light rather than light itself. Four hours of work on Monday produced this:

First attempt.

Hmm, not so good. More faded than fresh, more mournful than merry, and tauntingly reminding me of the Bad-Apple Forest from “The Wizard of Oz”. I kept the ornament, but ditched the rest, and started over the next day.

“I’ve considerably lightened Angela’s card,” I announced to Gillian, before showing her the brand-new version.

“You certainly have,” she replied, understanding my multiple meanings.

Second attempt, outside.
Second attempt, inside.