A good friend of mine turned the big 5-0 recently and I made her this card. The colors actually turned out a little different than I planned based on the supplies I found when I went to make the card. Does that ever happen to you? Please tell me I'm not the only one!
I knew I wanted to use Golden Oldies. It might be retired, but it's perfect for these milestone birthdays. And I wanted the lady wearing purple, with a red hat, based on the poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph. But when I went to find Designer Series Paper (DSP) with numbers, this was all I could find. I thought I had some number DSP with purple in it, but guess not. I thought it was cute to have the old lady saying, "You're how old?" It's from the stamp set, Just Sayin', and was cut with the Word Bubbles Framelits. The 50 was punched out of the DSP with a circle punch and layered on another circle.
Here's a photo of the inside, which says, "We're too young to look this old!" (from Golden Oldies). Then, I used the stamp, "Live, Laugh & Love. Happy Birthday" from On Your Birthday.
I entered this card in the Late Night Stampers Challenge 250. The theme is Celebrations. I'd say a 50th birthday is definitely a celebration!
I entered this card in the Late Night Stampers Challenge 250. The theme is Celebrations. I'd say a 50th birthday is definitely a celebration!
Here's the poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph, in case you aren't familiar with it.
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.
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment