One of the great things about blogging is when somebody inspires you to do something and you can share what it is here.
I design and produce stationery for special occasions. I am currently awaiting the arrival of supplies so I can make some orders of service for a wedding commission I am working on. Remember the butterfly design here.

When I am working on a commission it is important that I work efficiently both with time and materials, this is what makes the profit.

Away from business however I do like to experiment with new materials and generally have a play. A few weeks ago Helena shared some of her craft projects she had been working on.
One thing which really got through to me was the response she had received from people who had received her cards, they had really appreciated the time and care she had put into her work.

This afternoon I decided to show a friend I really cared for her by making a special card.
Linda is one of my friends from Fat Club (Slimming World) she is very down as she has the C word.
She is passionate about her garden, so this is what I have made.

I really enjoyed faffing about, using bits and bobs I had lying around!
I hope she likes it.
It gave me some ideas for the garden cards I am working on for VP's fundraiser!

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The Things That Count
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Now, dear, it isn’t the bold things,
Great deeds of valour and might,
That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the day.
But it is the doing of old things,
Small acts that are just and right;
And doing them over and over again, no matter what others say;
In smiling at fate, when you want to cry, and in keeping at work when you want to play -
Dear, those are the things that count.

And, dear, it isn’t the new ways
Where the wonder-seekers crowd
That lead us into the land of content, or help us to find our own.
But it is keeping to true ways,
Though the music is not so loud,
And there may be many a shadowed spot where we journey along alone;
In flinging a prayer at the face of fear, and in changing into a song a groan -
Dear, these are the things that count.

My dear, it isn’t the loud part
Of creeds that are pleasing to God,
Not the chant of a prayer, or the hum of a hymn, or a jubilant shout or song.
But it is the beautiful proud part
Of walking with feet faith-shod;
And in loving, loving, loving through all, no matter how things go wrong;
In trusting ever, though dark the day, and in keeping your hope when the way seems long -
Dear, these are the things that count.


Note............................
To any crafters out there I am having a sort out, do you want some bits and bobs?