Fe-Fe's World Of Craft, Creations and Kids.: Oh No, Not More Christmas Cards!!!

Sunday, 4 January 2009

Oh No, Not More Christmas Cards!!!

Yes I know you are all sick of Christmas cards, but if I put these two on today then I will give you something that is not a Christmas card tomorrow. I promise!

This card I made yesterday. I love this stamp, it is just gorgeous.

Stamp: Sugar Nellie
Coloured with: Twinkling H2Os
Equipment: Cuttlebug ~ Nestibilites
Sentiment: Freebie from magazine
Embellishments: Flowers ~ Prima

The skater card I made this morning. The stamp is one of my Mum's, she stamped a few of them out for me while she was here over Christmas. I couldn't believe it though, she turned up on Christmas Eve and said
"I ordered some new stamps a couple of days ago and they turned up this morning so I thought I'd bring them over with me."

When she showed me the stamps, two of them were ones I'd bought her for Christmas and were all wrapped up sitting under the Christmas Tree. One of them was the North Pole one that I have used on this card and the other was another round one but it has Merry Christmas round the edge and a man and lady in the centre. I had to give her the lecture on not buying stuff for yourself so close to Christmas that I have previously had to give to my husband. Honestly! I don't know why can't they wait until after Christmas!!! LOL! On the plus side, because mum already had them I got to keep a set as an extra present. Hooray for me!

Stamps: Magnolia
Coloured with: Twinkling H2Os
Papers: Dovecraft
Equipment: Cuttlebug ~ Nestibilies (the new rectangles that mum bought me!)

3 comments:

pescbrico said...: I love, love love the first card!!! I agree with you, the stamp is beautiful!
Have a great day! :); 4 January 2009 at 19:21
Leanne said...: Love the new cards, they are gorgeous!
If you go on over to my blog, there is something there for you!
Leanne :o)
xx; 4 January 2009 at 20:35
Nayheli said...: Beautiful cards!!!
Hugs from México and happy 2009!!; 4 January 2009 at 23:37

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Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.