To Do:
Finish Glynis’ journal done
Kathy’s Stamp it page -APA done
Lynne’s stamp it page -APA
Cheryl’s jigsaw piece - Puzzle Art done
fabric tags x3 done
POST May Challenge on Yahoo - 1st May done
Coming up:
Glynis’ AB
mini book AB - ABEurope - 20th May
matchboxes X3
On the horizon:
mini board book AB
colour-based tip-in swap - June 1st
I know this is long, and I have archived it as an article too but it just seemed quite appropriate for the moment. Have spent a couple of days going through old photo albums (and I MEAN old). Some beautiful pictures of my mum taken a long time before I was even born. Reading this brought a tear to my eye, and I felt like I needed to share it with those who are sharing my thoughts at this time.
For those of you who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mum, this
is beautiful. For those who aren’t, this is even more beautiful.
Mothers Journey
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is this the long
way?” she asked.
And the guide said “Yes, and the way is hard, You will be old before you
reach the end of it, however, the end will be better than the beginning.”
But, the young mother was happy, and she wouldn’t believe that anything
could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them, bathed them, taught them
how to tie their shoes, ride a bike, reminded them to feed the dog, do
their homework and brush their teeth.
The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be
lovelier than this.”
Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold, the mother drew them close
and covered them with her arms, the children said, “Mother, we are not
afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come to us.”
The morning came, and there was a hill ahead, the children climbed and
grew weary, the mother also grew weary. But at all times she said to the
children, “A little patience and we will be there.”
So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the
storms. With this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, and hope,
but, most of all she gave them unconditional love.
When they reached the top they said, “Mother, we wouldn’t have done it
without you.”
The days went on, the weeks, the months and the years, the mother grew
old and she became little and bent. But, her children were tall and
strong; and walked with courage.
The mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said,
“This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so
much and are now passing these traits on to their children.”
When the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their
strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, beyond the hill they could see a shining
road with a golden gates flung wide.
And the mother said: “I have reached the end of my journey and now I
know the end is truly better than the beginning.
My children and grandchildren can walk with dignity and pride, with
their heads held high.” The children said, ” You will always walk with
us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.”
They stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed
after her. They said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A
mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”
Your Mother is always with you.
She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She is the smell of the cooking of certain foods you remember.
She is the flowers you pick.
She is the scent of that special perfume she wore.
She is the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She is your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep
She is the colours of a rainbow.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and she is crystallized in every
tear drop.
A mother has known every emotion: happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy,
love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow, and all the
while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She’s the place you came from, your first home, she’s the map you follow
with every step you take. She is the one you run to when you are scared.
Her arms are always open to hold you and console you.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but
nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space, not even death!
How many times have I started working on Glynis’ pages? Too many to recall, that’s how many! Between messing with those pages, dealing with prima-dona emails, trying to sort out the Yahoo and then just life in general, absolutely nothing is getting done! Grrrrr….! Feel a bit like the weekend has flown by and I am left gazing at its dust. Where does it go? Monday morning again, Milo back at work…. sometimes I feel like I achieve so little with my days but I am never idle!
I completed one fabric tag for the Challenge yesterday, it’s a pity I can’t show a picture right now 
It turned out really nice, I used an image transfer onto fabric (this sort of nappy liner stuff) and then cut that out and attached it to a swirly two-toned fabric which was really cool and then covered it with a sheer gold fabric with flowers marked out on it. I have yet to attach any fibers but got a little gold trim on and I’m hoping to find some elegant word plaques, which I was sure I bought from Val, but am now doubting myself! Stay tuned! 
I am going to make a start on Glynis’ journal today, (blue, green and yellow) haven’t got the feintest idea what I’m going to do, except that I am determined to use the S.A. stamp. Will let you know how I get on I have just received Lynne’s Stamp it and I believe my own is on it’s way to me. Not going to rush Kathy’s & Lynne’s - Evie seems to get through them really quickly, but I reckon I have 2 months.
Woke up at 6am this morning to visit the bathroom and on my way past the mirror I caught a glimpse of myself, imagine my shock, whilst in my state of ‘not quite awake-ness’ to see that someone (or something) had eaten all my hair!! Of course it took a few moments to fully wake from my dreams (that had been taken-over by characters from The Practice), to remember that Tonni had come over yesterday evening and laboriously cut 8 or 9 inches off my hair, unfortunately he managed to cut himself too - talk about suffering for your art! I’m sure thst once I have gotten over my initial shock I will decide it is a great hair-cut, after all, I thought it was last night.
New website, new Deepa? At least I know it can’t go the same way as ‘New Labour’ lol!
It’s really quite exciting, having new domain - to go with my new name I’m liking this blog already but would prefer if I could upload images into the blog. I know there’s an ‘upload’ facility but I can’t seem to get this to work, have done a little search and that came up with what might be useful links but I’ll leave that side of things to Milesy - and YES! Deepa LOVES Milesy too!!!
There’s also the new Gallery, which looks pretty cool, just need to tweak it a bit and change the template, and then link the blog to the Gallery - NICE!
So much to do, need to scour the ancient photo albums for some piccies to embarrass Indira with, also need to work on Glynis’ journal and get that out of the way, then there’s Kathy’s Stamp it and the fabrc tags to do - busy busy. Need to make somehead-way with them before I get bogged down with loads of other stuff. Perhaps do the photos this morning while L is here and I can’t do any more artwork.
Yes! It’s official!
