This is the new design. When I cut the first one out, it was top heavy. The clouds were a bit too dense to complement the rest of the elements.
So I added more stars and moved a few things around. It makes more sense for the bag the stork is carrying to detail the weight of the baby, don’t you think? This is the cut out of the original – it looked a bit cramped. I think the new one is much improved and all I have to do now is cut it. A job for tomorrow.
I have also been playing around a little with Photoshop. It’s been too long since I had some fun with it:
The teapot is one I designed a long time ago now – a 3D model which I stamped with Alice in Wonderland images. Now it includes the Cheshire Cat.
I also found one of my Samsara birds tucked away in the wardrobe. It’s stuffed plumply with dried lavender to help deter those pesky moths. I’ve just finished reading a book called ‘The life changing magic of tidying’ by Marie Kondo. I need to get all of my clothes out of every wardrobe and decide if they bring me joy or do me service.
It will take a steely nerve but am so fed up with having so many clothes and forgetting what I have or where they are. I have so many that either don’t fit, make me feel happy, have faded or gone a bit shabby or are just not the right style for me. Maybe tomorrow , if not, next weekend.
Should I tell you about the lady on the train? Go on then, I will. There’s a lady who regularly catches the same train as me in the morning. She’s sat beside me quite a few times now, as well. She’s quite nervy, for want of a better word. When passengers, normally carrying back packs or carrying bags of some sort or another, get on and move along the aisle to find a seat, she puts her hand up defensively – slightly raised with her palm facing out. Until last week, nothing untoward ever came at her or threatened her well-being in any way.
Well, last week, there she was. Sitting beside me. Passengers got on and sat down. It was raining and the passenger across the aisle from us put his umbrella up in the overhead storage space. The train pulled away and all was calm. Then, suddenly, the umbrella somehow launched itself out of storage and sprang away from the luggage hold, swiftly opening itself up in the process and flew at poor Mrs Tittlemouse! Like a bat out of its belfry straight onto her head! She shrieked, her eyes bulged and was the absolutely uncanny resemblance of a living Edward Lear caricature. Both hands went up to her head and she curled up her little body to protect herself from any further attacks. It was like a scene from Hitchcock’s The Birds. The gentleman apologised and quickly took control of the rampant umbrella and calm was soon restored. She hadn’t been injured in any way. No blood… but Poor Thomasina Tittlemouse. Her nerves were shot and she twitched the rest of the journey all the way to Dublin. Sorry to say, I had to stifle my chuckles.