tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49822448478570336412024-03-18T03:02:34.190+00:00Wendy's Art and Craft JournalWendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.comBlogger2039125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-10097625776507906972024-03-14T09:30:00.001+00:002024-03-14T09:30:00.129+00:00Thursday Journal<p> 'She said"that's a lot of money to spend on crafts, and I knew we could't be friends" are the words this week. Adrienne and Jane had spent their day at one of the big craft shows in London and with sore feet and empty purses they arrived home to Adriennes. Adrienne had managed to buy lots of craft items from nearly all of the stalls and Jane had only bought what was on her list, which was quite small. She couldn't afford much and really didn't need can awful lot more as she knew she wouldn't have time to use it all. On the other hand Adrienne seemed to have suddenly found new crafts that she hadn't tried before and Jane doubted she would use half of the goods for these. Adriennes cats looked on and wondered what all the fuss was about and why didn't they bring them some goodies as well. After Adrienne had sorted all her goodies out in separate piles, Jane asked her how much she had spent. WhenAdrienne told her she was astounded, it was more than she earns in months. With this very obvious difference in them Jane said " That's a lot of money to spend on crafts, and I knew we couldn't be friends" She gathered up her things and said cheerio, knowing that she probably wouldn't go to another craft show with Adrienne.</p><p>I am linking this to Chris's theme on 'On all fours' on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/03/on-all-fours.html">Art Journal Journey</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLkQJLr8Yt8jqfIcjJ_tNt2evLnUYJQHmhrfQ30VOpK1Q3mYE_nl5I1C1DyqH6SR__Zxi4JX0ObFMyKjTG3ZTMO7gGh8URldboYL1Y_DwZoTqXX2OFXqpeEytdqcRNgPxem3Mr4cpQ1sGXMFAAbKwNYNELpuH-kJw1N7ewGNoWf6xwWWprKQJt3GEK8k/s6761/Dyan%20Style%20Jurnal%204th%20Lg%20280.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6761" data-original-width="4832" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLkQJLr8Yt8jqfIcjJ_tNt2evLnUYJQHmhrfQ30VOpK1Q3mYE_nl5I1C1DyqH6SR__Zxi4JX0ObFMyKjTG3ZTMO7gGh8URldboYL1Y_DwZoTqXX2OFXqpeEytdqcRNgPxem3Mr4cpQ1sGXMFAAbKwNYNELpuH-kJw1N7ewGNoWf6xwWWprKQJt3GEK8k/w286-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Jurnal%204th%20Lg%20280.jpeg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-87135967260758557562024-03-07T09:30:00.001+00:002024-03-07T09:30:00.133+00:00Thursday Journal <p> This week the words are 'I don't like to think before I speak, I like to be just as surprised as everyone else about what comes out of my mouth"'I expect everyone has been in this situation and Elise certainly had, in fact it applied to her more than it should. Elise had bumped into one of her school friends Barbara, who was out walking with her dog a ridiculous spoilt poodle called Fifi for goodness sake. They exchanged a few old stories from schooldays and then the conversation dried up. For want of something to say Elise said "Why have you dressed your dog in a thick coat, it isn't really cold and Fifi also looks ridiculous in a hat and boots, dogs do not wear hats and boots' Barabara was somewhat upset by these remarks and countered with, you are being rude and hurtful, why did you say that?" Well replied Elise "I don't like to think before I speak, I like to be just as surprised as everyone else about what comes out of my mouth" Not finding anything constructive to say to that Barabara walked off in the direction she was going in the first place.</p><p>I am linking this to Chris's theme on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/03/on-all-fours.html">Art Journal Journey</a> of On all fours.</p><p><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WfaUCyVL8aUPh5d7MuZQWsX4-OIxo6R1rTAU9ZJeHsG7hOliee7O6jagCMkWygW67iiNtwKdKswFKircW3OFfYjEGpWCjJPQMZdImqgLORgSXrLE-gf0_xfl5a_1qS0yEZZRX2vo7cdUQ7fhyN9LvPEq3wdMZV4IR5ezDLdbGBLTVs49sA_CNQbb3pw/s6785/Dyan%20Style%20Jurnal%204th%20Lg%20279%201.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6785" data-original-width="4800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WfaUCyVL8aUPh5d7MuZQWsX4-OIxo6R1rTAU9ZJeHsG7hOliee7O6jagCMkWygW67iiNtwKdKswFKircW3OFfYjEGpWCjJPQMZdImqgLORgSXrLE-gf0_xfl5a_1qS0yEZZRX2vo7cdUQ7fhyN9LvPEq3wdMZV4IR5ezDLdbGBLTVs49sA_CNQbb3pw/w283-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Jurnal%204th%20Lg%20279%201.jpeg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-50740826179274152902024-02-29T09:30:00.001+00:002024-02-29T09:30:00.248+00:00Thursday Journal<p> This week is the last one on Vicki's theme of 'Keeping it light' on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/02/keeping-it-light.html">Art Journal Journey</a>, and the words are 'If you see me eating salad in a restaurant, I have been kidnapped and am trying to signal you' Ivy had gone over to see her friend Janeen who was lounging on the floor with loads of smelly candles burning. Ivy didn't like candles and thought that as the wax melted it deposited a layer of wax all over the furniture. The fact she was wearing her sun glasses made her disapproval even more obvious. Ivy wanted to know if Janeen would like to go to the new salad and whole-food restaurant that had opened in town. "I very rarely eat at a restaurant and if I did I would rather have an Indian, Thai or Chinese meal thank you, but thanks for asking me. I am also slim enough and don't think such a sensible meal would appeal to me" replied Janine."You don't know what you are missing" said Ivy. "Ohh I think I do, and If you see me eating salad, Iv'e been kidnapped and am trying to signal you" replied Janeen.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gtQqxw1AX1nfsfaP74ppPl03HrGVqbnbBVHKdi_RZGkauh8tgCCx2gvzoclGJJ1CT5WpSReVmGOFw3j_DvID71n518r_0CyThoKAkzwWdAesFbZZJyNr4SFyhswTiHQL2zsAP_sifsC79B4-tz9Rjm3Y8RTbWrcileIGWeATctz4fUO4OnsBKlW9PRA/s6877/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20278.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6877" data-original-width="4848" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gtQqxw1AX1nfsfaP74ppPl03HrGVqbnbBVHKdi_RZGkauh8tgCCx2gvzoclGJJ1CT5WpSReVmGOFw3j_DvID71n518r_0CyThoKAkzwWdAesFbZZJyNr4SFyhswTiHQL2zsAP_sifsC79B4-tz9Rjm3Y8RTbWrcileIGWeATctz4fUO4OnsBKlW9PRA/w283-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20278.jpeg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-7000999509398415552024-02-22T09:30:00.001+00:002024-02-22T09:30:00.248+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<p> 'How much better life would be if liars pants really did catch on fire' are the words this week from Tim Holt snarky comments. Grace was sitting on the floor in front of her new wall mounted fire when her friend Jenny came to see her. Grace was looking forward to know how her friend had got on with the job interview she had been on that morning. It was with a firm in the next town and as Jenny had a car it was an easy trip to do every day and she was really looking forward to it. There were several people being interviewed, but Jenny was very confident. "Well how did you get on" grace asked ? "Well, I was given the job, but I turned it down, it wasn't what I expected" Jenny said. Grace looked carefully at the sort of casual way Jenny was standing and the don't care look on her face, something wasn't right. She knew Jenny well enough to see it was false bravado. Grace quietly said to herself 'How much better life would be if liars pants really did catch on fire, but out load she said "Oh well never mind, something else will turn up"</p><p>I am linking this to Vicki's theme of Keeping it light on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/02/keeping-it-light.html">Art Journal Journey</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRV_FhGQn9XPxyiJqfeZCO0rQF6_nLWsJGnsmq-ssBZUHOmpsyxaW5d7XLbznKEFTH-ZgG9Cyq9MDs1NhgP09wBbkUDVWk_rl355lg_5S0khNhwJ9HJB59qeSKvAYhe7QcT9oSNzjlnNdhO1WdfZRkljPJ4jAIS9FO-i9065YdjRs14EfH38L1QHQ601U/s6788/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20277.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6788" data-original-width="4896" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRV_FhGQn9XPxyiJqfeZCO0rQF6_nLWsJGnsmq-ssBZUHOmpsyxaW5d7XLbznKEFTH-ZgG9Cyq9MDs1NhgP09wBbkUDVWk_rl355lg_5S0khNhwJ9HJB59qeSKvAYhe7QcT9oSNzjlnNdhO1WdfZRkljPJ4jAIS9FO-i9065YdjRs14EfH38L1QHQ601U/w289-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20277.jpeg" width="289" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-14289926991338247292024-02-15T09:30:00.002+00:002024-02-15T10:00:17.836+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet.<p> The words this week are 'I'm just waiting to see if my coffee chooses to use it's power for good or evil today' Mungo is quietly waiting for Janice to take him for his afternoon walk and it looks as if he is in for a long wait. She has drunk her coffee and is now muttering to herself. This has been going on for a while and he is getting rather anxious. He does not like the dark and as the table lamp is already on he thinks a quick run around the garden will have to suffice. Mungo was really keen to go to the park where his best friend a cute white poodle called Flossie has taken his fancy. If it gets much later there will be no running round the bushes with his friend today. He had started making I really need to go out noises and has fetched his lead and put it near the door ready. One last effort on Mungos part had at least extracted a response from Janice as she had just muttered something "I'm just waiting to see if my coffee chooses to use it's power for good or evil" Not really understanding a word Mungo just hoped that would make her go to the door and put him in his lead before it became even darker.</p><p>I am linking this to Vicki's theme of 'Keeping it light' on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/02/keeping-it-light.html">Art Journal Journey.</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJr0Q9s_401E49_CFHkaCTHYursypAP0QW9-EiHY3m4Ryx-ADIuHx4c5eXWZzZcMswzba8hJoAqbtkly-SrFBwg1wzwhvCzIKPNP4o6Pwra44w_CoooIWDhE7a1nhvk_2vfMwi_0qNdX9wQGZzN-XlVayJ0o5e47mDmRqZzCPgxVSRk-nTPrd0_p_m64/s2250/Life%20Book%202024%20Andrea%20Gomell%203.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1578" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJr0Q9s_401E49_CFHkaCTHYursypAP0QW9-EiHY3m4Ryx-ADIuHx4c5eXWZzZcMswzba8hJoAqbtkly-SrFBwg1wzwhvCzIKPNP4o6Pwra44w_CoooIWDhE7a1nhvk_2vfMwi_0qNdX9wQGZzN-XlVayJ0o5e47mDmRqZzCPgxVSRk-nTPrd0_p_m64/w280-h400/Life%20Book%202024%20Andrea%20Gomell%203.jpeg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-22533644165109201032024-02-08T09:30:00.008+00:002024-02-08T10:56:04.251+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<p> The words this week are ''I wish my life had background music so I could understand what the heck is going on' That would be handy I must admit as I don't have a clue what's going on. I still have the flashing lights and a noise in my head so I would like to know what's happening. I think Stella is wondering the same thing, her life seems to go from one disaster to the next, she can't seem to keep a boyfriend from one month to another and now she has had a row with her parents. It always seems that one problem leads to another and she now seems to be stuck in a rut with her job. As much as she would like to get a place of her own it never seems to happen. Feeling somewhat sorry for herself she is now talking to herself as well, and it's not as if she is giving herself some sensible advice. She said outloud to herself 'I wish my life had background music so I could understand what the heck is going on', a light bulb moment would do instead if the music wasn't going to materialise" she muttered.</p><p>I hope this complies with the theme on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/02/keeping-it-light.html">Art Journal Journey </a> set by Vicki of 'Keeping it light'</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8Xn9KiU30IiwDgUYaxJX2-VE4EdIZIbRMW_LUvNfSMUjAlRKgbrtXUD8mcFzfKRGdMhGrJmua7tgc86sn9Upu8DLtPBVnsa7u3nbkrYRgxY_CJSOZ_A4koVdN4iJfwUmSmayztxJAIVnHqBhfb5kloHPqOIqRpvLAPkCGqu0UA0gK8948-NQFOhjBMk/s2267/Life%20Book%202024%20Andrea%20Gomell%201.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2267" data-original-width="1504" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8Xn9KiU30IiwDgUYaxJX2-VE4EdIZIbRMW_LUvNfSMUjAlRKgbrtXUD8mcFzfKRGdMhGrJmua7tgc86sn9Upu8DLtPBVnsa7u3nbkrYRgxY_CJSOZ_A4koVdN4iJfwUmSmayztxJAIVnHqBhfb5kloHPqOIqRpvLAPkCGqu0UA0gK8948-NQFOhjBMk/w265-h400/Life%20Book%202024%20Andrea%20Gomell%201.jpeg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-24855200449357046042024-02-01T22:26:00.001+00:002024-02-01T22:26:28.944+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet.<p> This week the words are 'Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power' I quite agree, so many people don't seem to possess any common sense at all. Greta was lounging on the floor in her friends house and after they had watched the sunset for a while, they were discussing some of their work colleagues, and the ridiculous things they come out with. " Honestly Anne for someone with a university education the sales director at work comes out with the most ridiculous things. She can't even change a plug or know how things work, even simple things. I don't know how they manage everyday life when they don't seem to grasp the basics. "I totally agree with you"said Anne, "one of the girls at work was trying to put oil in her car through the small hole that the dip stick to test the level goes in. She wanted to know if anyone had a funnel so she could pour the oil through. I had to take her out and show her the proper place that didn't need a funnel. She then asked me if my dad was a mechanic and had told me all about engines, honestly 'Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power'</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIvgvDYkh5bDXLeUM4T-YcmKRISwOttA_wSA7B1E4nOvUx_1bx7J84qDDevk0LSRo5rYXqEjGThr0oLmcO976L0pKWvr6gswYFrMUcpEVmkJf8rl3yRbB2MAQjN1w3CGtXQPuVJo19_XH7vG5GQK79Ru06K4MMVbzru8S4mKWgoZQRV5mwVyMqxj2CXo/s2251/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204tg%20Lg%20274%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2251" data-original-width="1632" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIvgvDYkh5bDXLeUM4T-YcmKRISwOttA_wSA7B1E4nOvUx_1bx7J84qDDevk0LSRo5rYXqEjGThr0oLmcO976L0pKWvr6gswYFrMUcpEVmkJf8rl3yRbB2MAQjN1w3CGtXQPuVJo19_XH7vG5GQK79Ru06K4MMVbzru8S4mKWgoZQRV5mwVyMqxj2CXo/w290-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204tg%20Lg%20274%202.jpeg" width="290" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There is a true story with this one. When I lived in the Highlands of Scotland, my mother in law lived in the cottage next to us. She came up to the house one day and asked if Mike had a funnel. When I asked what did she want one for, she told me she needed to put oil in her car. I said that I could do that for her and she said it was impossible with out a small ended funnel. I asked her to show me what she was trying to do and she pointed to the tiny hole for the dip stick. The rest is history, and I did try not to laugh. She had been a teacher in her earlier days. I don't think it was on mechanics.<br /><p>I a linking this to <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/02/keeping-it-light.html">Art Journal Journey</a>, where the theme of Keeping it light was set by Vicki Parsons of 'Stampedsmiles.com. I hope this qualifies for the challenge.</p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-78437502526998731142024-01-25T09:30:00.001+00:002024-01-25T09:30:00.145+00:00Thursday journal with Neet<p> The words this week are 'Cleaning with children in the house is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos' It's Friday the 13th and Emily was not having a good day, the two boys were being as naughty as they could be. It had started badly when young Henry decided that his breakfast looked better on the floor than in his bowl and when his mum asked him to drink his milk, he knew fine that the bottom inside the cup had a picture of a train on it, so he tipped it out to have a look. The eldest one, Malcom wasn't helping by pretending that he was innocent of all wrong doing and started telling Henry off as well. "Malcom stop parenting, it's not your job" said Emily, " go and play you two, I have a house to clean." Off they went to play in their bedroom while Emily cleaned up the kitchen. By the time she had finished that and went to do the lounge the boys had gone downstairs and were busy spreading their toys all over the place. At this point Emily gave up and said out loud "Cleaning with children in the house is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos"</p><p>This story is not without a real story, my Mother in Law when my son aged about 2 ( now 58 this year) was told to hurry up and drink his milk because if he did he would see that there was a train at the bottom. So like Henry he tipped it all out to have a look. Note to self : I must remind him of that.</p><p>I am linking this to Erika's theme of It's on the calendar on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/01/its-on-calendar.html">Art Journal Journey</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz8nrwzDzjxtaqXZxybYTApuFOvtXrlzYSqDnRQNdvCoVAbKFBar0KFRkRjLuv4ACZ2xnJyur6R52Jeda929o2xR7CYit81IakURx7z-cAShPxw4SthL-fE1yq-rPLOHfX2Ru66GtULa352dv8KEAui9KFbJUx4oOPPwOlz_BmnAiyZgJs0cK9CmXIJKk/s2214/le%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20273.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2214" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz8nrwzDzjxtaqXZxybYTApuFOvtXrlzYSqDnRQNdvCoVAbKFBar0KFRkRjLuv4ACZ2xnJyur6R52Jeda929o2xR7CYit81IakURx7z-cAShPxw4SthL-fE1yq-rPLOHfX2Ru66GtULa352dv8KEAui9KFbJUx4oOPPwOlz_BmnAiyZgJs0cK9CmXIJKk/s320/le%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20273.jpeg" width="231" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-13646606372282994782024-01-18T09:46:00.000+00:002024-01-18T09:46:03.477+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<p> Really struggling with this as I still have the flashing lights of the migraine. and spent Monday night in Hereford hospital, where with extensive tests they discovered that I had had a small stroke near the optic nerve. So I now wear a heart monitor for two weeks then go on tablets try to prevent it happening again. I would love to get rid of these flashing lights as I can't read, so hopefully they will eventually go away. Do excuse any mistakes in this as I really am struggling to see properly.</p><p>'I don't mean to brag, but I finished my 14 day diet in 3 hours and 12 minutes. These are the words this week to try and fit in with Erika's theme on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/01/its-on-calendar.html">Art Journal Journey</a> of 'It's on the calendar.'</p><p>Fiona and Heather had decided to go on a 14 day diet, even though Fiona didn't really need to loose weight, she thought it would encourage Heather to loose a few pounds that she had put on over Christmas. Fiona had made a slimming calendar and started on her first day. When Heather came round to see how Fiona was getting on she saw the calendar and asked Fiona why she had just put a line through all the days but the first one "well" said Fiona " I don't mean to brag, but I finished my 14 day diet in 3 hours and 12 minutes." Heather thought that even though Fiona said she didn't want to brag, that's exactly what she was doing. Heather just stopped herself from saying anything, and admitted to not having done very much on the first day, but would continue with it until she could get into her less floppy clothes.</p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2SCeh_twxMm-xvoiLbUFWiaCl635iM_XNswWwg-_4ppxuZWxUZl9HLfdoKw-n3FjKTPwxBIF6PrxT_-Wqq_bjNn6OuFihHWNZwXv8bdOUkMQOl7fsUM5qVJJuo1KMMu7zdx8nlRjJSJRkRN8ZllcEwSYRGcarOKdDQv8dWuIl5QQaXqag7uzw4dwgHMo/s2229/le%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20272%206.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2229" data-original-width="1632" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2SCeh_twxMm-xvoiLbUFWiaCl635iM_XNswWwg-_4ppxuZWxUZl9HLfdoKw-n3FjKTPwxBIF6PrxT_-Wqq_bjNn6OuFihHWNZwXv8bdOUkMQOl7fsUM5qVJJuo1KMMu7zdx8nlRjJSJRkRN8ZllcEwSYRGcarOKdDQv8dWuIl5QQaXqag7uzw4dwgHMo/w293-h400/le%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20272%206.jpeg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-9540657590630279772024-01-11T08:00:00.001+00:002024-01-11T08:00:00.254+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<p> I have had a migraine all day and have struggled to get this done, I can't see anything to my left and what with that and a new computer I have taken all afternoon and the evening to do this. Sally and her friend Hazel have been discussing the up and coming ball at their school, and Sally seems to think it will solve her lack of a boyfriend, she has being bemoaning the fact that Hazel has one and she hasn't. Hazel has relaxed on the floor and is listening to Sally moaning away and trying to not explain that you have to work hard at a relationship and not sit back and expect it to happen. Sally has a very large notice on the wall with a list of dates on it and numbers on the wall to remind her of the days. Hazel gets very frustrated with her and says " Life is not a fairy tale, if you loose a shoe at midnight , you're drunk." Sally just gave her one of her favourite looks which said it all. I am linking the to Erika's theme of "It's on the calendar" on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/01/its-on-calendar.html">Art Journal Journey</a>.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JtfmUyUfFgA7x4B4E3zQjrOmTf6vf1kDb9y8LjmZMkjs0zq5YwIJCeQ2ES7hoCH5i5a1SM9TEuIduzzBNkCrpgb3ZNrUz6FjrfygJAxsTTCi-_9bSG9-dOOR7CtjMHfyuXN1sg3j9LnrTAHklvKHjludtb5U74LrqndaNHtMBzmqpvLTtm5YaIUGguw/s2301/le%20Journal%204th%20Lg%2012.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2301" data-original-width="1632" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JtfmUyUfFgA7x4B4E3zQjrOmTf6vf1kDb9y8LjmZMkjs0zq5YwIJCeQ2ES7hoCH5i5a1SM9TEuIduzzBNkCrpgb3ZNrUz6FjrfygJAxsTTCi-_9bSG9-dOOR7CtjMHfyuXN1sg3j9LnrTAHklvKHjludtb5U74LrqndaNHtMBzmqpvLTtm5YaIUGguw/w284-h400/le%20Journal%204th%20Lg%2012.jpeg" width="284" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-51800901019436370452024-01-04T09:00:00.001+00:002024-01-04T09:00:00.138+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet.<p>The words this week are 'I would challenge you in a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed'. Gosh, this is not any easy one to do and link to Erika's theme of 'It's on the calendar' on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/01/its-on-calendar.html">Art Journal Journey</a>. Angie has gone to see her cousin Malcolm and she secretly thinks he is definitely a sandwich short of a picnic. She has constantly reminded him to remember his mums birthday, but finds when she gets there that he has forgotten and she had reminded him the day before. Angie had even bought a card and a little present for him to give to his mum, although she suspects he has eaten the box of chocolates himself. Malcolm has that confused look on his face when Angie starts to tell him off and holds even tighter to his constant companion his stuffed monster toy. "I did remind you Malcolm, and wrote it on your calendar. why can't you remember and do it straight away, honestly, I would challenge you in a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed." Malcolm didn't really understand what Angie was on about, but she was a bossy pain in the neck anyway.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeWvBdLcoYHBRIsh2aipf5A203tBitcwDOE_wiAIZLtVJX1qSilA2sb7O9DS0xevPrMZG8YWO05NikwNiWrrDTcifETrwSjvcY1FQXRFYmZ38JJg-JdE__fDkZwjBlDphphHuc4mbRZk4APFJuYI4GE4oJiaDxpz-G1tnKKERYa3TjQVQkDuMN1DotkA/s2309/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20270%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2309" data-original-width="1648" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeWvBdLcoYHBRIsh2aipf5A203tBitcwDOE_wiAIZLtVJX1qSilA2sb7O9DS0xevPrMZG8YWO05NikwNiWrrDTcifETrwSjvcY1FQXRFYmZ38JJg-JdE__fDkZwjBlDphphHuc4mbRZk4APFJuYI4GE4oJiaDxpz-G1tnKKERYa3TjQVQkDuMN1DotkA/w285-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20270%202.jpeg" width="285" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-37276625885725537032024-01-02T22:01:00.002+00:002024-01-02T22:01:37.945+00:00Art Journal Journey - It's on the calendar<p> On <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2024/01/its-on-calendar.html">Art Journal Journey</a>, Erika has chosen 'It's on the calendar' as her theme for January. I have made my first entry my art journal that I do every year. I used distress oxide inks on the background with various stencils and stamps.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq72ytIljCAx6aURqxi5EXPXs_2sqC7h0st2c71OxIZ7hM9hT1TMDdvpAgGoyQXOuZ-cFHlSFFOC-ZJWx-9no-vUbCnAQ2i5BAFI9x0gW6-4gID4wTrD3ioYfmSmIfuVqp-W-3yet_rDgprUFlj9yMUGGYSKMxvcO4SHWFay71BMxWBUlmEGAusGZRkw/s3291/Art%20Journal%20Journey%20-%20It's%20in%20the%20calendar.1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="3291" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq72ytIljCAx6aURqxi5EXPXs_2sqC7h0st2c71OxIZ7hM9hT1TMDdvpAgGoyQXOuZ-cFHlSFFOC-ZJWx-9no-vUbCnAQ2i5BAFI9x0gW6-4gID4wTrD3ioYfmSmIfuVqp-W-3yet_rDgprUFlj9yMUGGYSKMxvcO4SHWFay71BMxWBUlmEGAusGZRkw/w400-h276/Art%20Journal%20Journey%20-%20It's%20in%20the%20calendar.1.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-25409922751548628462023-12-31T22:14:00.004+00:002024-01-01T17:14:31.097+00:00Tag Tuesday - Wings<p> The theme on <a href="https://tagtuesday.blogspot.com/2023/12/wings.html">Tag Tuesday</a> is wings and for this I have made a tag with bees.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjhOlDzqZN8EWNHpc3XUR-Z6dMCwci4qGZ-07_6R4Sv3Y9oDwMBnxTENzuBh29HzGgReSXwXyau2mbshFywjcCKg1xYuJSKdoklIqYoimuL_UuBKBfXulOW4Q8NB2-_mmhoDYyB6BRCaKyvek8T6sjXIJ6nG8j9-CfmIF3j-SJ90VcY69ovwPqdvDOrk/s856/Tag%20Tuesday%20-%20Things%20with%20wings.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="432" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvjhOlDzqZN8EWNHpc3XUR-Z6dMCwci4qGZ-07_6R4Sv3Y9oDwMBnxTENzuBh29HzGgReSXwXyau2mbshFywjcCKg1xYuJSKdoklIqYoimuL_UuBKBfXulOW4Q8NB2-_mmhoDYyB6BRCaKyvek8T6sjXIJ6nG8j9-CfmIF3j-SJ90VcY69ovwPqdvDOrk/w201-h400/Tag%20Tuesday%20-%20Things%20with%20wings.jpeg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-34502394866260629662023-12-31T21:32:00.001+00:002023-12-31T21:34:50.674+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only sky<p> A happy New Year to everyone and thank you for your support on AJJ. Another pastel sunset for my theme on AJJ.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEzMSc2HXYQOtN4QfVL_aAGL0cz5BM-XCNUwHsZ-H33kPQwzXIvyYFwxtNWN2lJa7PtlHBHuxcz6sAXjFeRfKCFFsDuPUNDv-9UeOZYFnQIv1GP8BgyKxwOlRMIpaHfBTLnoQKwF8vsIwEy7WRyI4A_JYhjuyMnleiazQivpaJsqTcR4pYAx8-aUog3k/s1469/Pastel%20landscape%2020:11:2022.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1469" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEzMSc2HXYQOtN4QfVL_aAGL0cz5BM-XCNUwHsZ-H33kPQwzXIvyYFwxtNWN2lJa7PtlHBHuxcz6sAXjFeRfKCFFsDuPUNDv-9UeOZYFnQIv1GP8BgyKxwOlRMIpaHfBTLnoQKwF8vsIwEy7WRyI4A_JYhjuyMnleiazQivpaJsqTcR4pYAx8-aUog3k/w400-h293/Pastel%20landscape%2020:11:2022.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-2452858023817462512023-12-29T12:41:00.000+00:002023-12-29T12:41:01.635+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only sky<p>An evening sky with a Paris silhouette for my theme on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey.</a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkhJD_jBsg6Dm6C5j0mTliFWSNU47_21bRn9xJSh0fdsgU51JgYqfMiVM8Ru1UNWlgNcYjD4l_TBGn-Rpve_M9GZfLZyKAxodAF9nGp_x8oCLTfpFjrzyykhJ8tBU8Z1QlqCAZyFzdCWSoY2UTpTBKPcE5ji8k12_NTlDvaV3MoMR4UmDp7SdsZ6yhjs/s2513/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%204.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2513" data-original-width="1856" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkhJD_jBsg6Dm6C5j0mTliFWSNU47_21bRn9xJSh0fdsgU51JgYqfMiVM8Ru1UNWlgNcYjD4l_TBGn-Rpve_M9GZfLZyKAxodAF9nGp_x8oCLTfpFjrzyykhJ8tBU8Z1QlqCAZyFzdCWSoY2UTpTBKPcE5ji8k12_NTlDvaV3MoMR4UmDp7SdsZ6yhjs/w295-h400/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%204.jpeg" width="295" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-36856362256134949622023-12-28T09:00:00.001+00:002023-12-28T09:00:00.168+00:00Thursday Journal with `Neet<p>' I was going to do something today but haven't finished doing nothing from yesterday' is the Tim Holtz snarky comment for this week. I must admit that about sums up the last two days for me as well. Avril has gone out for a country walk with her dog Gordon and is looking at the distant hills with a nervous glance. There is a very stormy sky and she can see the rain in the distance. Gordon is looking at her hopefully expecting a quick walk back home. He only has very short legs and is hoping that Avril will carry him home. Well a dog can hope can't he. Avril was explaining to him that she really should go home and do some long awaited jobs, but the walk will do them good, even if they got soaked through. Gordon doesn't want to get his new coat wet, if it shrinks it will be a real painful job to peel it off him. "Yes I know you want to go home Gordon, but I can't face going home just yet. "I was going to do something today but haven't finished doing nothing from yesterday" Gordon failed to understand his human and realised limping or refusing to move would not get him very far in the popularity stakes.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPwIVvNIcZU2oi4R0xCAUhw3UBnKi2wEW4e2YFOO1cb1iLjsieEIFZiL3ahJ4O2zjnPRifPFQ3j3oaUHROXoS2rm6aJhHqRAMjrYEWg1UOABQnGxPbJfShBjkrVLTyzVlSHOKnZEWbwu_XTvrhyphenhyphenxFCYe9GxP0dzcU4J-anD4HvlEnt4mPYfeth7nfIdc/s6762/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20269.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6762" data-original-width="4704" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPwIVvNIcZU2oi4R0xCAUhw3UBnKi2wEW4e2YFOO1cb1iLjsieEIFZiL3ahJ4O2zjnPRifPFQ3j3oaUHROXoS2rm6aJhHqRAMjrYEWg1UOABQnGxPbJfShBjkrVLTyzVlSHOKnZEWbwu_XTvrhyphenhyphenxFCYe9GxP0dzcU4J-anD4HvlEnt4mPYfeth7nfIdc/w279-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20269.jpeg" width="279" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-24660644988432655142023-12-27T12:57:00.004+00:002023-12-27T12:57:54.757+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only sky<p> A pastel painted sunset for my theme on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey.</a></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIWgWf8FmEvXPYB7ZXLqW5V2_5RDzLvuAAqlqpinK7PMVjNZezxGsl6H8pRQPv0stL6PHUKLIVWfbjURPel1gucaGCwdlQko4dxsbq5yvctfkGlZkfjuPMRFL6q1KVGf2kQjyHIiZ3BAdO09NgPBgjYM_4sksCjBh8mz-XRr7OIt6V-qHw6gWCVx-7GQ/s3751/IMG_8906.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2487" data-original-width="3751" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIWgWf8FmEvXPYB7ZXLqW5V2_5RDzLvuAAqlqpinK7PMVjNZezxGsl6H8pRQPv0stL6PHUKLIVWfbjURPel1gucaGCwdlQko4dxsbq5yvctfkGlZkfjuPMRFL6q1KVGf2kQjyHIiZ3BAdO09NgPBgjYM_4sksCjBh8mz-XRr7OIt6V-qHw6gWCVx-7GQ/w400-h265/IMG_8906.HEIC" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-48084804155756945772023-12-23T13:59:00.000+00:002023-12-23T13:59:16.350+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only skies<p>Another sky for my theme on Art Journal Journey. A cloudy sky with a painted background and collaged landscape. The clouds are made from tissue paper and the tree is a die cut.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaPCYFdfnSw4t3RW94qpgBvhe5zPPU69cME-VYeDKw1324-ygjNIIgCp0L3cHUO-uzTslC7xoFVDvj2wfotvuoYSmVdO2XfTxkvJgXxXvwmDcyD5VY1ugFItaP3gKO7O3FtTyhQnrN6wZLNCtBY1XeooCq2MobMTvVpGI40DvdRsDCyIANdH8OBP6tVM/s5089/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5089" data-original-width="3840" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaPCYFdfnSw4t3RW94qpgBvhe5zPPU69cME-VYeDKw1324-ygjNIIgCp0L3cHUO-uzTslC7xoFVDvj2wfotvuoYSmVdO2XfTxkvJgXxXvwmDcyD5VY1ugFItaP3gKO7O3FtTyhQnrN6wZLNCtBY1XeooCq2MobMTvVpGI40DvdRsDCyIANdH8OBP6tVM/w301-h400/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%202.jpeg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-3269830403826367522023-12-21T09:23:00.000+00:002023-12-21T09:23:27.308+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<p> We are now on a new list of Tim Holtz snarky sayings and the first one is 'To be honest, I'm just winging it...life, motherhood, my eye liner...everything. Fay has met up with her school friend Fran and they are having a walk in the sunshine, it has been so wet the last few weeks, it was lovely to get out without raincoats and umbrellas. Fay has been taking close look at Fran and had asked her how she managed to raise a family, keep herself looking smart all the time and have time to indulge in a few of her hobbies as well. "It took me nearly all day to do my hair with all the fancy colours and ribbons" said Fay. Fran was so tempted to ask her why she bothered as she thought it looked ridiculous, but refrained from doing so. " To be honest, I'm just winging it...life. motherhood, my eye liner...everything replied Fran. " I think you take life too seriously, you need to relax and see what happens' said Fran. Fay is not convinced. </p><p>I am linking this to my theme of Above us only sky On <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey</a></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aHDoPttWOj1Q9rI6sN0nzpdRkhgor8GtoD2ctWjPtvlRZyk-G2dQl8FszjVNpmwf5PFCxZ9zdw7xex-IXAuzOos7JAWTZHLj-tp-d9KeZDAILJ0Z0gzZxcnmNoDKsQ1yIIuEAttDbr303Cii_l89LDTpBa1UxIj_uy0GwAdJnjCqjHst32bMzK6yRfY/s1138/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20277.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aHDoPttWOj1Q9rI6sN0nzpdRkhgor8GtoD2ctWjPtvlRZyk-G2dQl8FszjVNpmwf5PFCxZ9zdw7xex-IXAuzOos7JAWTZHLj-tp-d9KeZDAILJ0Z0gzZxcnmNoDKsQ1yIIuEAttDbr303Cii_l89LDTpBa1UxIj_uy0GwAdJnjCqjHst32bMzK6yRfY/w281-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20277.jpeg" width="281" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-41738649703455049772023-12-20T17:49:00.006+00:002023-12-20T17:49:43.080+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only sky<blockquote style="border: medium; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></blockquote><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A cut off scan, I now notice the t off the end of light on the saying. A pastel painting this time of the Northern lights - Aurora Borealis. We saw them when we lived in The Highlands of Scotland, and would love to see them again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2TPTj0YUZ73iMY6ZWN5lg84XKoiq4Lcz2nmB5DmTEi1DZ_bTeARPXU-EMoHZuYcZfPjhhZHLe84n2XOxG2NCsy1mZ58tyAry1DxyMHBtUvm821YJ_SDFU8ofJ-Q2so5gegIKw3kHebBd7XxJs6GqLnhSr5UBkKQQrsPuA8o6TRpv3lG-SijjeV0eaz4/s992/AJJ%20-%20Above%20us%20only%20sky.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="992" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2TPTj0YUZ73iMY6ZWN5lg84XKoiq4Lcz2nmB5DmTEi1DZ_bTeARPXU-EMoHZuYcZfPjhhZHLe84n2XOxG2NCsy1mZ58tyAry1DxyMHBtUvm821YJ_SDFU8ofJ-Q2so5gegIKw3kHebBd7XxJs6GqLnhSr5UBkKQQrsPuA8o6TRpv3lG-SijjeV0eaz4/w400-h315/AJJ%20-%20Above%20us%20only%20sky.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-31564921133100250702023-12-18T20:37:00.001+00:002023-12-18T20:39:02.405+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only skies<p>A more sunshiny, bright page for my theme on Art Journal Journey. A painted and collaged background with ideal beach weather. The beach huts are stamped images and the seagulls are die cuts. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9dqFO0ZA5Vl5rATFPNiAtEKpo-nBk7w-GsuoytfCU0FUsuCMFLCmiI_ji6LMq_83esseDQxjbGDIktyyc7siD_A6y29XHESrkeFfYW1WSNh7wi6X1jjLgyI03_PXMo1F5lYXuX2q6V4SUnatX-NubBSJFw6KHfpGz45xXVBhs2HbBI5sK18u24wEf88/s2557/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%20223.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2557" data-original-width="1840" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9dqFO0ZA5Vl5rATFPNiAtEKpo-nBk7w-GsuoytfCU0FUsuCMFLCmiI_ji6LMq_83esseDQxjbGDIktyyc7siD_A6y29XHESrkeFfYW1WSNh7wi6X1jjLgyI03_PXMo1F5lYXuX2q6V4SUnatX-NubBSJFw6KHfpGz45xXVBhs2HbBI5sK18u24wEf88/w288-h400/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%20223.jpeg" width="288" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-14740909759502296452023-12-14T22:42:00.003+00:002023-12-14T22:42:48.327+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only skies<p>For my theme on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey</a>, a very simple one this time, collaged pictures of clouds on a painted background, and a saying </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8LLQnzYuMl3yhoBWxNcyCs_3QJto_NLkYJVO1nrww7LdM8K4VygPj5oY1dYRU9M-x2ZtyxRtGUUX2I2zBIuHzE4vzUkXgWxAE9pv8IM2sJk8tVDzjx0HrmOCI1xiZIkMLoOdPmNP9MWy6Qq7NurRu_DYB5OotC3k19KbTx4M8wja2359U85G1w-FcK0/s5201/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%203.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5201" data-original-width="3936" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8LLQnzYuMl3yhoBWxNcyCs_3QJto_NLkYJVO1nrww7LdM8K4VygPj5oY1dYRU9M-x2ZtyxRtGUUX2I2zBIuHzE4vzUkXgWxAE9pv8IM2sJk8tVDzjx0HrmOCI1xiZIkMLoOdPmNP9MWy6Qq7NurRu_DYB5OotC3k19KbTx4M8wja2359U85G1w-FcK0/w303-h400/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%203.jpeg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-55803364951296094262023-12-14T10:17:00.001+00:002023-12-14T10:27:30.562+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<div class="separator"><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> The words this week are 'I admit my weirdness is above the national average, but I'm comfortable with that' Julia has gone round to see her best friend Amy, who still lives with her parents. Amy's saving up for her own flat, but was still quite a long way away from her dream place. Julia supposed it made sense, but didn't really appeal to Julia who hadn't lived with her parents since she had finished her secretarial course. When she arrived at Amy's parents house her mum immediately said "Amy's in the back garden lying on the grass" and with this statement her eyes rolled up and she gave Julia that 'I give up look' Sure enough there was Amy lying on the grass gazing at the sky. "What on earth are you doing'?" asked Julia. "I'm looking at the clouds and seeing different shapes and animals, then I make up a story about them" Seeing the look on Julia's face, Amy immediately said "I admit my weirdness is above the national average, but I'm comfortable with that"</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">I am linking this to <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey</a> where my theme is 'Above us only sky'</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1Yd2vKrtLVBLkzYclOeKVo9atR8xrPoJnDgCUMz0vcok2d0GJr1z0VKrM8tWGMtxOvzK594KI2f8ENOSUt6c98-fDtFIT279fzyFKtBjqiGvRwbTJr0wnT0a9kZlKXiSHrJv_3qTR57_STQFkZ6d8XcpsaKeT3jHU1oKYyPGOXH8Ee2e7hlBJnd80Y8/s1130/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20267.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="784" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1Yd2vKrtLVBLkzYclOeKVo9atR8xrPoJnDgCUMz0vcok2d0GJr1z0VKrM8tWGMtxOvzK594KI2f8ENOSUt6c98-fDtFIT279fzyFKtBjqiGvRwbTJr0wnT0a9kZlKXiSHrJv_3qTR57_STQFkZ6d8XcpsaKeT3jHU1oKYyPGOXH8Ee2e7hlBJnd80Y8/w278-h400/Dyan%20Style%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20267.jpeg" width="278" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></p></div>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-20720451231761753732023-12-10T11:01:00.003+00:002023-12-10T11:01:38.405+00:00Art Journal Journey - Above us only sky<p>For my theme of Above us only sky on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey</a> a textured and painted background with a painted moon and die cut trees.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtCrnlSk2z0lP1RaMQTeWZKN_SPuB3eQlPlvOGVfuZBABc5hnMjMAPLPw0526ocTlvJDOB_ldQ9iTlQ5Jt5V9W6dMEqLF99aKcwBdZbtm7n4yNruFpshis-U6E531uDf_qMq_JLUGFeBu9SkaAIEmLUahdDXxluP7cXS9hbRxoyvKtRR_9bBbBYPn-S8/s3418/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%201.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3418" data-original-width="2384" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtCrnlSk2z0lP1RaMQTeWZKN_SPuB3eQlPlvOGVfuZBABc5hnMjMAPLPw0526ocTlvJDOB_ldQ9iTlQ5Jt5V9W6dMEqLF99aKcwBdZbtm7n4yNruFpshis-U6E531uDf_qMq_JLUGFeBu9SkaAIEmLUahdDXxluP7cXS9hbRxoyvKtRR_9bBbBYPn-S8/w279-h400/AJJ%20Sky%20theme%202023%201.jpeg" width="279" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982244847857033641.post-25798938960580819462023-12-07T08:46:00.000+00:002023-12-07T08:46:38.171+00:00Thursday Journal with Neet<p> The words this week are 'I'm just a girl standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a donut' Judy has be persuaded (dragged) by her friend Grace to the local Spring fare. It's beautiful bright day with a nearly cloudless blue sky, and Grace who is very slim and food conscious has steered Judy towards the food area, where the local ladies have made wonderful spread of healthy looking food. Grace had managed to get Judy to look the other way when they were approaching the fudge stall by taking her via the small animal enclosure, knowing that Judy wouldn’t be able to resist stroking the rabbits. Further on, Judy was not amused to see a table full of salads and kept walking to the very end of the long table to find something that suited her, the obvious answer was hard luck, it was all various forms of salad. Grace could see Judy's face and asked what was wrong. "I'm a girl standing in front of a salad and asking it to be a donut" replied Judy "I don't like rabbit food and I will never be slim like you" "No, you eat too many rubbish foods and sweets, of course you won't, but you really should try and eat healthily, you will feel much better" replied Grace.</p><p>I am linking this to my theme of Above us only sky on <a href="https://art-journal-journey.blogspot.com/2023/12/above-us-only-sky.html">Art Journal Journey</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG_I0Mb27ldaRaMPfFvlL0afu7Sc_w9DwrhJryGiNFc-aUD3rHrQtqmil3udQiqv-XDxww0zsN0uc1brYDlxsW5TZCUQYcYKb_2IA-4IrIPq2bc4Nb1dumequsjXJkW4mF9vRjijVDG_RkOmCsGnWsqWN1DMzwh9YyJzqPj-7s8g6nREzpPbk-jwlE34/s1127/Dyan%20Stle%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20266.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG_I0Mb27ldaRaMPfFvlL0afu7Sc_w9DwrhJryGiNFc-aUD3rHrQtqmil3udQiqv-XDxww0zsN0uc1brYDlxsW5TZCUQYcYKb_2IA-4IrIPq2bc4Nb1dumequsjXJkW4mF9vRjijVDG_RkOmCsGnWsqWN1DMzwh9YyJzqPj-7s8g6nREzpPbk-jwlE34/w284-h400/Dyan%20Stle%20Journal%204th%20Lg%20266.jpeg" width="284" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>WendyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07843760814645590103noreply@blogger.com3