Marie (momof5sons) shared the story of Leanne Schoberl with the Teapotters. Leanne came home from the hospital at 2.2#. She was very sick but from the immeasurable love and non-stop care that she received from her family, she lived a miraculous 27 yrs. Here is her story. Leanne was called Home on January 2nd. Today we are making sympathy cards for her family on the loss of their beloved Daughter. Blessings to them.
I used yesterday's TLC465 technique to paint on kraft cardstock to create the flowers on my card. I emb the SU image, painted it with two layers each of SU pinks and greens, then cut it out and added it to my double matted card base. I added a Paper Smooches sentiment on the front and an MFT sentiment and message on the inside.
Thank you for looking.
Date: Tuesday, January 21, 2014 GMT Views: 1383
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Tue, Jan 21, 2014 @ 6:52 AM
Very pretty. I love the rich colors of your flowers and soft sponging. TFS
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Tue, Jan 21, 2014 @ 6:59 AM
So very beautiful, Gabby...I love the rich colors that you achieved with that technique. Thank you so much for coming to the Schoberl's Teaparty this week...I can think of nothing more kind than a Teapotter in time of need. Get yourself a cookie, because you are an angel too! Hugz from NJ.
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Tue, Jan 21, 2014 @ 12:04 PM
Love the flowers...so pretty. Neat matching paper in behind...TFS..:0)
------------------------------ 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.