No, no, no! It’s not what you think! I just mean we had one lady standing under a lamppost last night, and here’s another one, all dressed up with nowhere to go!
So whilst we are making another tag, why don’t we have some fun, and flick the imagination switch to ON? First of all, you have to imagine this dress is very blue, only because Thursday’s blog is always blue!
Let’s take a look at what we need for the Art-tag first:
Large Kasha Claritystamp and her Clarity-mask
Art nouveau Corner
Miniature Letterbox greetings kit and the matching Clarity-masks
For the dress:
Black Archival ink pad
Wysteria fusible fibres and White fusible fibres.
Flat hot travel iron. No steam.
For the background:
Wild Plum Adirondack
Length of ribbon. (I stained a piece of wrong colour ribbon with the Wild Plum to get the right colour)
Right. Now let’s add some colour! First of all, how about we give her an identity? Use your imagination…
What’s her name and how old is she? What year is it?
Where does she live and what’s her job? Does she work? Is she married? Happy? Sad?
Here’s the back of the tag, by the way. But let’s get back to the lovely lady on the other side!
So where do you think she is going, all dressed up like this? Her dress is beautiful, so she is definitely going out somewhere!
Sandwich and iron some Wysteria and White fibres between 2 pieces of baking parchment first.
Then ink up the stamp in black Archival.
Lay the already fused fibre on the inky image, cover it with baking parchment and iron hot. It doesn’t hurt Claritystamps at all. While still hot, the fibres are mouldable. Using the lid of a pen, or an embossing tool, mould the back of the dress, especially the pleats in the dress.
Warning! If you emboss the front panel of the dress, she will look like there’s a little Henry or Thomas on the way, which could change the direction of her story pretty radically. So it’s up to you….
So once you have moulded the outfit to fit your storyline, cut the dress, hat and shoes out.
Maybe the shoes will give us a clue where she’s going…
Before you brayer the Wild plum into the background, and flick rain at her, you need to mask the lady and LOVE, so that they stay white.
Here’s what I think..
Her name is Evelyn. She is very English. Lives in London. It’s the 1920s. Father’s a barrister….
She has a fiancé called Thomas, who dotes on her, and she like him well enough. But she has fallen for an American guy who is a friend of her fathers. Trouble is, this chap’s married with three kids. Nothing’s simple, is it. But one thing’s for sure: he’s not shooting blanks…
So she’s going to the theatre with her parents and Thomas, but she knows that the American – Henry – is going to be there – without the wife. Molly is in the States, on the other side of the world…
So Evelyn has spent all day getting ready for this evening. Hat on, hat off. Hair up, hair down. She’s confused, but excited. Happy, but nervous.
And now her Father is calling her to come downstairs. It’s time to go! The car is waiting, and so is Thomas..
It just starts to spit with rain as they arrive at the Lyric on Shaftesbury.
And there he is, standing by the box office, waiting. Her parents greet him affectionately, whilst Evelyn stands back, coyly. He turns his attention to her, takes her hand.
He smiles. “Good evening Miss Evelyn,” and that deep southern drawl wraps itself around her like a warm velvet cloak…
They walk up the stairs, and just as they are taking their seats in the box, he deftly slips a little box into her hand.
So then what? Come on, what happens next? Over to you, write the rest of the story!
My next Chapter’s called Molly! (Aka the poor c*w in America with the 3 kids)
Anyway, I hope you like Evelyn. I think she’s lovely. Confused, but lovely, nonetheless.
One day, I will write a book!