It's Thursday again and that means it's time to do a journal page for a little challenge between a friend of mine, Wendy, and myself. We have to use Dylusion figures and a quote (at the moment a Tim Holtz Snarky Comment) and fit in with the challenge at Art Journal Journey. This month it is Mathilde who has chosen "Numbers" for her challenge and somewhere we have to incorporate numbers into our page.
On seeing the quote I thought immediately of a rubber stamp I have, it is old and I had a fair idea of where it might be so out it came and it was stamped on my page in quick time. Then I realised, opticians use letters and not numbers to test your eyes. Oh dear. On lifting the stamp imagine the joy I felt when I saw a row of numbers down the side of the letters.
"Cecily had an appointment early that afternoon to see the optician with a view to having some new spectacles, or maybe she could be persuaded to have some contact lenses. The latter she had been considering for some time but was a bit afraid of wearing them in case they ever slipped down into her lower lid or whatever she had heard could happen to them.
As usual she had a hundred and one things to do, one of which was finish the artwork she was doing for a friend of hers. Well, if you are a person who is interested in artwork of any kind you will know just how you can get so absorbed in what you are doing that before you know it one or two hours have passed.
Breakfast came and went, she saw the children off to school and returned to do the dishes. Oh there was a pile of washing to be done, both children needed their sports kit washing again for the next day and she had promised her friend she would have the painting she was doing of her pet dog ready within a day or so. Which to do first? Then there was the dreaded decision to make about the contact lenses. Oh, she did not want to go to the opticians.
She decided the washer must go on and as it was a lovely day the clothes could go out and dry nicely whilst she got on with the pet portrait.
Before she knew it it was one thirty in the afternoon and the painting was finished. But ... she had the appointment at the opticians for two. Her hands were full of paint and the washing was drying merrily outside but needed bringing in and ironing. Oh blow the lot, she thought, as she hastily washed her hands, grabbed the car keys and set off for her appointment. "I really don't want to go there. And I can't make my mind up whether to have glasses again or contacts!"
Of course every set of traffic lights was against her as she drove to town, and the world and his wife seemed to be heading in the same direction. The road was busy. Oh no it was two o'clock and she still had to park up and get there.
Puffing and panting she arrived at two fifteen, much to the annoyance of the optician who held her hands out in despair explaining that she had other people to see and this was throwing her way way behind.
Before she knew what she was saying Cecily blurted out "Sorry I am late, but I didn't want to come".
That didn't go down very well with the optician!! I wonder if she still saw to Cecily?