I tipped out all my tools and odds and ends, along with quite a bit of rubbish usually found at the bottom of a well-used handbag.(How it all got there I have no idea ...lol). As I mused over them and returned each to their correct home, I came across a pack of Daubers. How long since I used you? I thought. My mind wandered to stencils and then doyleys …. then Tim Holtz ( not sure how) and then his distress inks and before I knew it I was all messy and the remainder unsorted bits were pushed to the edge of the table.
I had grabbed a piece of card that had once kept an envelope rigid and rummaged for a doyley, a pack of which had come to light recently. I energetically daubed onto the said doyley, using it as a stencil on top of the card and this was the result.
I then sat and mused at what I might create with them and suddenly a photo sent to me by my American cousin, came to mind. I have wanted to scrap it for ages but everyone said I shouldn’t. She had found it amongst photos that her mother had received from her own mother and I was sent a copy of it as proof of a story I had heard.
MIL had said to me that she had a brother who died soon after birth and that her parents were devastated. When I started doing FH, every one I asked (after her death) said I had got it wrong and that there were only the 4 girls from his first wife. This picture shows Baby Boy Browning 1917, laid out for burial … morbid I know but he was much longed for, he is part of our FH and the parents must have wanted to remember him and others to see the photo.
If you fancy a look its on my Glimpsing the Past blog but here are two sneak peeks.
I thought that I wouldn’t push in anyone’s face, when they came through to this blog in case it caused upset. I am please with the result though.
On a happier note, the boys can now sit without toppling. It was a long time coming although they are ahead with other milestones but they now are enjoying holding and looking at their books on their own. Emma says that they babble sounds as they look at each page as though telling the story and stroke the textured areas. They are such contented souls unless they are unwell or hungry.