Had a message from Wendy, she is still without internet and so unable to join in with us at Art Journal Journey at the moment so I am still flying solo and using my Lavinia Journal to upload to Aimslee's blog challenge. I hope she is soon back with us as I don't have much to show you and am ever so lucky that Aimslee chose 'Anything Goes' for her theme.
Just hope the next theme is fairly easy to do on my own if that is the case but for now I am uploading a Steampunk page from my journal. These are mostly done on a piece of cardstock and stuck into my journal so that I am sure the inks and paints will work as I want them to on the medium. Sometimes I have tried to do something on the actual page to link it in but this is usually a bit of stencilling or stamping.
This one shows up how pure white the cardstock was and how different my journal pages are. If I had not cropped the photo you would have seen the torn edge on the right of the actual page. These little mice are perhaps the most used of my Lavinia stamps. They come in handy for all kinds of things - and cover up little smudges you might make on a card or page in your journal.
Just so you don't miss out on a story - it's only going to be a quick one I just cannot write them the same as I can with the Dylusion figures - here goes:
"It was getting late that evening when everyone in the house had gone to bed. Everyone except the little 'meeces' who lived behind the skirting board in Mr Brown's study. Suddenly there was a noise, a kind of whirring as if some machinery had started to work. Was it the huge clock that Mr Brown treasured so much that resided behind his desk? Or was it the lift that he used to move up the five floors to the bedroom, which he used when he had been working late, at the top of the house? No, the clock was still working and the lift was at the top of the house as he had used it that evening.
Suddenly, in the far left corner of the study a cog rolled across the floor, then another and another.
"What on earth are you playing at Moo?" came a little squeaky voice. "You really are naughty at times."
"Having a good old play with these 'ere cogs" was the answer "about time you let your hair down Minni" said Moo as he rolled yet another cog out from behind the skirting board.
Minni and Moo were the two youngest of the mice living in the big old house and were often quite mischievous, especially Moo.
Moo climbed up on the desk and onto a pile of books that Mr Brown had been reading earlier that evening.
"Look at me Minni" he called, as he balanced on a cog on top of the books with Mr Brown's racing goggles held high in his tiny paws. "I'm dancing and my partner has the largest eyes you ever did see."
Minni was not amused and she shouted to him to get down. "Remember we must not let anyone know we have been here. You know what Mamma Mouse told you, if we get seen or it is suspected that we exist the family will probably get a big big cat!!! And that will be curtains for us all."
At that Moo climbed down, being careful to put the goggles exactly where he had found them and to dust off the books where his four little paws had been. Just then he saw a fancy hat. It wasn't the one Mr Brown wore every day but one which he tended to only wear on special occasions. Quickly Moo scrambled up the laces that decorated the front and stood there balancing a sign on two wheels. Ooh, this was fun.
"Where are you?" shouted Minni, "come here, Mamma will be ever so angry if we stay out too long." She began looking for her naughty twin brother but he was nowhere to be found, What had he done now ... and where on earth was he? Then she saw the hat. "No, he wouldn't" she thought to herself. She picked the hat up carefully by the brim and looked underneath but all she saw was a spider who immediately spun a line to escape from her. "Are you in there" she shouted, frightening herself by the echo that came from within.
All of a sudden there was a huge 'bump' and Moo sat on the floor by the side of the hat rubbing his head. She had tipped the hat so much that Moo had slid off the top and fallen right on his head on the hard desk.
"Serves you right" said Minni, "now come home or we will both be in trouble." And with that the two little 'meeces' scurried through the tiny hole that they could just about squeeze through.
"Wonder what Mamma is cooking" said Minni. Moo couldn't care less, his head hurt so much."