Where did they go?

Well I have no idea what Mr Blogger was up to - where did those sweet peas go? No idea - and as the photos are on my computer back in the UK, they will have to remain a mystery. I have to say that when we finally untangled what seemed like a hundred cords to hook this laptop up, remember passwords that have been long forgotten, that all your comments on the missing post were highly entertaining!

So here's one I made earlier - for Kanban, using one of their Urban Belles stamps. I cut a scallop rectangle using a Nellie Snellen die, and decided it was a shame to throw away the negative part, so I trimmed it into a frame, and matted it with some Kanban embossed cardstock. The top right corner looked a bit bare, so I punched a square, tore it in half, and tied it with string before popping it on with foam pads

Promarkers used:
Skin blush, soft peach and sunkissed pink
Hair Ivory, tan caramel and cocoa
Sweater tan and caramel
Jeans denim blue, pastel blue and cornflower

Well, we are here, safe and sound, more or less unpacked and quite a stress free journey - until the last little hop from Newark to Tampa. Mike and I were seated separately, I was in a middle seat, the occupants of the aisle and window seats obviously knew each other and were chatting animatedly when I got there. I asked if they would like me to move to aisle or window so that they could sit together, they looked at me as if I was mad, and continued their business meeting right across me - I swear that I could have presented a seminar on their product after thirty minutes of this. What to do? Complain to the cabin crew? Stuff their ipads down their throats? No, I pinned a bright, intelligent, alert look on my face, and when aisle man leaned over to compare some detail with window woman, I leaned forward too, turning my head to him with a bright interested intelligent smile.....when window woman responded, the megawatt attention was turned to her....after five minutes of me doing more head swiveling than a spectator at a tennis match, with my bright intelligent look still pasted to my face, they gave up - I think they were tired of leaning backwards and forwards to address each other, or they may have been a bit alarmed that they were sitting next to a madwoman. I felt wonderfully smug, but didn't dare drop off to sleep, I think the knives were out for me.........