When I enter these, I never look at the other entries, or the dt members pieces. I want my design to come from my head so I wait till after I post to see what others have done. I know we are all influenced by other artists, but I try to come up,with my own thing. Hubby always says "don't you know the last original idea came out of a cave!" Lol.
This was the first time I ever sewed on a layout, and I use the term sew very loosely! I cut the heart in half and then punched small holes into it and threaded in an X pattern to put it together. My journaling is hidden behind the pic on the banners I made. It says -
I'll never forget the day my dad died. What a sad sad day filled with so much sorrow. My pal, my shopping buddy, my daddy. We were all around his bed listening to his best friend tell us all the bad things my dad did when they were kids. Not a day goes by dad that you aren't in my thoughts. I'll love you forever.
I love butterflies and use them in almost all my work. In this piece they represent life going on. I chose this handsome pic of my dad while he was in the Navy. I cut the window, vine, branches, heart, and title from chipboard on my cricut. Lots of Lindy's starburst spray, a doily, and paper tearing and distressing. I tore old book pages and added them. I love how it looks. The paper is Cappella from Basic Grey and the small strips are Prima's Nature Garden.
That whole trip was surreal, from the nightmare call from my sis in law telling me my dad coded, to me calling my brother right after we made the flight arrangements and telling him to tell dad I'm coming, he can't go anywhere till I get there. I was in such a state. It was the trip from hell, a five hour flight from here to N.Y. wound up taking ALL night because of plane problems. Yet amongst all that sadness, my brothers would say silly things to lighten it up. My brother Matt with his goomada Christmas. Goomada being the mistress in Italian. "Don't you all know December 23rd is Goomada Christmas?" He was teasing Mom. Then my brother Thomas took off his baseball hat in the waiting room and said "Holy crap where did my hair go?!" We were laughing so hard. My husband, my rock, my comfort. It was as hard on him, he loved my dad like his own, yet he stayed strong for me. I'm the only daughter and my mom and brothers would say to him, "thats uh my dawda" while nodding in my direction and he'd grin like the Cheshire cat. When he and mom would come to visit, he was my traveling partner. Bringing the kids to school, picking them up, going to the grocery store, Target, the post office, he was with me. Such a wonderful man who loved us all so very much, so many came to pay their respects, a testament to how loved he was, and what a good decent man.