I love ribbons. There is something special about them. You can touch and smell them. Yes, smell, sniff, you name it. They all have a specific scent. The ones I ordered online came wrapped in tissue paper (ooooh, it's like heaven for me! I even ordered my dad once to wrap my resent first in THIS tissue paper first and then in whatever he wanted to). There was a pink lace one (in my previous post on my niece's card), a lovely bottle green and white lace ribbons. They smelled fresh. Apple fresh, a bit like new batteries.
Then there are the ones that remind me of my old children theatre changing room in Opole MDK. A bit damp perhaps, stored for a long tie in a closed box? Makes you wonder what their story is and if they belonged to an old lady once, who died and left all her belonging to... umm... Cardmaking. Get back on track...
So, speaking of ladies and ribbons - this card was for a special person. Our neighbour, who decided to come into our life with love and a big dose of Irish humour. And we love her back for it. She's my daughter's Grandma-away-from-Poland. This was for her big birthday.
I WILL get a set of number dies at some point. I think it would look really great to have a big number stuck to the card. I am getting there, slowly.
What I did get though, was a Vistaprint order of stickers with 'Ignis Fatuus Handmade Cards'. Tadamm :)I just keep forgetting to take a decent picture of cards BEFORE giving them to someone. I need to be less mummy and more organised. Maybe one day.
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