A Lost Lamb

So as I wrote earlier, postcard fever struck, and I prepared ten postcards for the iHanna swap,

Still fevered (but on task), I dropped five stamped and addressed postcards in the big blue box and, apparently, one postcard that was neither addressed nor stamped. The postcards sometimes stick to each other. It was an easy mistake, but one I never made before.

So sad! I think it was this one, which I particularly liked.


Maybe I’m mistaken — maybe someone in the swap will get two cards. It could happen.

Try this project yourself this fall/winter, when there will be another swap.


Postcard Fever

I got postcard fever earlier this week, and before I knew it, I had made five postcards. That was when I thought I should sign up for the iHanna postcard swap. After all, I was already halfway to the target of 10 postcards ready to mail by May 5.

Today’s May 4, and while the postcards aren’t actually ready to mail, the image sides are finished and they are addressed. I just have to add a message and my personal identification to each one.

Here are two of them.

No Clue

“You have no clue but I do”? Or “none of us has a clue”? If I had it to do over again, I would not have written “no clue” on the dress. Much too judgmental. A bad attitude I’m working on.

A Use-It-Up Journal

This scrap journal is built on a base of used envelopes and greeting cards. The pages are several different sizes, and the binding is a loop of string.

This enterprise is supposed to use up existing scraps and homeless treasures.

The title, when it’s finished, will be either “enter for a chance to win” or “whatever was I thinking?”

Alas, with a partner who hates the cold plus a fear of falling, I no longer like winter in the same way. But I did get a beautiful view of it when I visited NH a week or so ago.

I cut out some wintery pictures while I was up North and made this collage during my regular Thursday morning making arty things with friends.

But I keep calling it a banner. Each little portion is 3 by 3 inches.m

Update: Retreat was canceled! No power at our destination.

I’m off to teach some old friends how to make a garland like this at a retreat in the woods in Massachusetts. If all goes well, we’ll have a collaborative artwork to share.

The car is just a banner holder in the sun.

Fantasy Life

In my dreams I live in a cabin in the woods — a shack, an RV, a small rundown farmhouse. None of these fits my authentic lifestyle, but the concept lives on in my alternative universe.

I’m glad I’m collaging again.