This is what happens when you have a lot of time on your hands.
I've been trying to coax my sister, Betty into writing letters again. So last night, as I was waiting for the pills to kick in, I started a letter. Before I knew it I was on a roll. No pain meant her gain. See, she was born in Galveston. My sister loves water. Guess who just happens to have morgues filled to brimming with water related embellishments.
Last month I was lamenting over what to do with Sponge Bob and his cohorts. Well, here ya go. See? Nothing is ever wasted in Limner Land. So, I wrote the letter on a single sheet of tracing paper. It looked okay, but it needed something. The large yellow-orange butterfly was the first extra. The page still needed balance, since my left margins were off. The flower was next. It was meant to take the eye away from the margins, and back to the butterfly. Still a little off, I figured the little doohickey above the date fulfilled the rule of three for better balance.
Two more butterflies just made it prettier, right? Naturally a fish was the thing for all that blank space to the right of my sig. The rest just happened. It was fun. I used up some of the goodies ykw probably thinks of as hoarded paper. (wink) But, once the embellishments were in place, and I'd flipped the whole thing over . . . Well, something needed doing to the plain boring back. And that's where the tissue paper from a wool felt order came into play. Perfect-perfect-perfect!
Such an unusual letter required an unusual envelope, right? It took me seven minutes to come up with the solution to end solutions. JC cut a length of cardboard tubing from a longer piece last month. It was ideal only too short. But, part of a sheet of watercolor paper from India was just right. I measured twice, and I cut once. Okay, I just guesstimated. I cut, I rolled, I taped and I glued. I conquered.
The final piece is drying now, or I'd take photos to show you what it looks like. There's always tomorrow . . .
Goodnight, please let the letter bug bite.