We wanted something that could be personalized by each participant. The thought of black, cream and metallics appealed to Ellie and I and as you know, everything goes with black. We asked everyone to bring in copies of photos to add to the waterfall. The waterfall sits behind the black tumbling blocks to the right of the "cardlet."
Once the front panel is opened, a waterfall of stamped and embellished panels are revealed.
Here's a close-up of me and my sister from the mid 70's.
The front panel could also be turned in another direction where more memories sat waiting to be discovered. Here's my brother riding MY tricycle during the 50's.
And the last found memory features me and my two sisters in the backyard where we once swam, played tag, monster, dodge ball and kill!
I've been submerged in a pile of black paper, funky stamps, frosted inks, embossing powder, twill, lace and brads. Sounds like a recipe for a vintage riot and that's sort of what it was.
Despite the excitement of developing an idea for a project and then watching it unfold, I'm so glad it's over. Ellie and I met religiously almost every weekend for a month putting kits together, tweaking ideas, cutting, gluing, laughing and wondering if it could all come together in an hour and a half. We were in for a challenge and we faced it like two mad craft warriors. Shielding our hearts with a heating tool we knew we were ready to face the music, uh, reality of a workshop with a timer.
There's nothing like a sigh of relief knowing that your project was well-received and that everyone completed it on time. Relief also comes from knowing that all the hard work (a whole lot of it), long hours (overtime galore) and the extra effort to make it flow (and flow it did) were all worth it. If we had the chance to do it all again we most definitely would. I think. LOL!!