For this week's teapot challenge were to bring something we could throw at old Mr. Potter's nephew from "It's a Wonderful Life". Well searched my stash of stamps and nothing seemed to work very well, so I decided to use a brick wall with sunflowers. This is an old brick wall, so of course there are old crumbled bricks laying around in the grass where the sunflowers grow wild in between. I sponged some Early Espresso ink on the edges and ever so slightly on top to give it that old brick feel. An old brick bopping the Potter nephew on the noggin might knock some sense into him, hopefully!! The brick wall is embossed with Tim Holtz emboss folder. The sunflowers and grass are dies from MFT. And the stem is a sizzex die. Popped those sunflowers up so they could catch the sun. TFL!!
Date: Monday, March 11, 2013 GMT Views: 1343
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Mon, Mar 11, 2013 @ 10:48 PM
Now that's the spirit!! We'll get that Sherman Potter to change course and leave poor Zuzu alone!! I love your garden scene and Linda will too...thanks so much for coming to her Teaparty. Now get some cookies before Sherman steals them too! Hugz from NJ.
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Tue, Mar 12, 2013 @ 12:21 PM
hey my friend love how this turned out ...very neat. great brick bg and love the sunflowers....they will def. help get things straightened out in t-pot land...:0). Me thinks I will be growing lots of these this summer as my daughter is getting married in the fall and she LOVES sunflowers, and is having a simple outdoorsy wedding...lol..in a way we are calling it a hippy wedding in fun...:0). Great card here for Linda....will be loved...TFS
------------------------------ We as people are raindrops of colorful ink , falling down Crisp and Clear, each a different shade more vibrant then the last, but once we realize at the bottom of an endless abyss we all fall into the same inkpot forming one color, only then can we come together as one My son.