17 April 2016

Thank You Bouquets

Papier and Cakes' author has been dragged, kicking and screaming, into an unthinkable decade. For so many years I have been fabricating my age - occasionally forgetting how old I actually was at a given time.  Last year I "celebrated" a zero birthday; and whilst I was willing to enter it incognito, my friends, anxious for a party and another reason for a holiday get together, thought it was worth a party or two!!

Thank you friends and colleagues

Personally, it was an extremely well-timed celebration and I was overwhelmed by their thoughtfulness and generosity of spirit.  Standing at a precipice, toes hanging over a crumbling edge and nubilous eyes looking out onto a stormy, limitless ocean, I was in danger of falling - the vicissitudes of my life threatened to swallow me, although I didn't realise it until later.  


My sense of gratefulness was considerable, so I repaid them with all I had to offer - "time".

These box cards took a few days to make - as there were so many to create - but it was a necessary and cathartic exercise. Gratitude turns what we have into enough.

07 April 2016

Here I Am - At Annie's Place

It's been a while, so here are a few quick photos of a card, just to help me with getting back my mojo.


Well that was fun.  All that was required to insert that photo was to click and drag . . .  obviously there has been the odd change in my absence.


I've had my internal workings updated too.  My truly old, faithful Dell was decrepit, unreliable and sluggish; despite all the defragging, overhauling and CPR performed on his hard drive he had to be retired. I miss him dearly. 


Papier and Cakes now runs on a fast-paced, modernised new computer complete with the latest software system.  Zip, zip, zip!!  Not all change is for the better.  This new, impertinent Asus with its firmly attached barnacle known as Windows 10 is taking some getting used to.  We are not friends, but have come to some sort of mutual understanding - we have to work together and so are putting up with each others' shortcomings.


In time I will forget. . .  I usually do!