Day Three Promarker Blending set givaway...

 My turn to post over on the Letraset blog today, three cards from me, all made with my Promarker 'rainbow' paper. Pop over there to see, leave a comment, then pop back to leave your name below this post to be in with a chance of winning today's giveaway - the red blending set. As before, the winner will be drawn randomly from all the comments under this post, but this time, I would like you to leave a quick comment on Letraset's site as well - as you know, they are so very generous to Going Buggy readers, so it's only fair that we should return the compliment.....

The red blending set has:
Lipstick red, Red, Berry Red, Poppy, Burgundy and a blender pen

I had a lot of fun with this week's post, and was very happy with my 'rainbow' cards. Did I ever tell you that the literal meaning of my name, which is Welsh, is rainbow? I don't suppose I ever gave it much thought when I was a small child living in Wales, where everyone knew how to pronounce it, but by the teen years, we had moved to England,  I started to be embarrassed/irritated/shy about my name, which was always pronounced wrongly (you can call me Envis...................it doesn't rhyme with fizz or  envy!). This feeling persisted for most of my life, how I longed to be called Penny...... But then I had an epiphany. How lovely to have a name that means I can write Christmas cards saying just 'with love, Enfys and Mike'. None of the tortured little explanations that friends have to put..........'with love Sue and John (Brenda's sister, Yorkshire)' - (just in case we think it was from Sue and John (David's second cousin, Surrey). So now that I have reached my 'red hat' years (if you are too young to know what I am talking about, see below.....) for the first time in my life I really quite like my name. The only time I falter is in Starbucks, where they take your order and stand poised over your grande cup with a felt tip pen.....name please?............. pause. sigh. 'Penny' 

So in tribute to all those who have learned to live with the insecurities of their youth, and now don't care a fig, here is Jenny Josephs poem, which I love

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple