T Stands For Time Out T

 

I have been nowhere this week and barely out of my sick bed for any length of time.  Therefore I decided to share this spread I took from my Hands altered book.

  T Stands For

   Time Out T.

The images are from my Hands AB.  The folded page was covered in hand painted paper.  The F is actually gold leaf, but looks black in my photo.  The pages with hands were first painted using fluid acrylic paints in pink and purple.  The hands were outlined in hot glue, then colored in gold using a Krylon gold leafing pen.

Now it's your turn to share your T entry this week.  The rules are extremely simple.  Your drink related post may be anything from a photo of a glass, cup, or mug, to an actual drink.  You may choose to share a sketch or a digital, hybrid, or traditional page in your scrapbook, art journal, or altered book, as I have done.  Maybe you'd prefer to share a tag, or wow us with your photography.  You might choose a postcard or decorated card.  You might even draw an image on a used tea bag.  Or perhaps you prefer to review a place you visited, a movie, or book.  It makes no difference as long as it's drink related.  And don't forget that the more unique and outside the box it is, the better we like it.  Please tie it back here, and please link only to your T post, not your entire blog.  When you link, Bleubeard, the T gang, and I will be by to visit.   Bleubeard would also like to remind you that your photos may be taken any time.

 

 

 

Heads Will Roll

 

I'm sharing this Halloween inspired spread with Elle (eotc), our host this month at Art Journal Journey.  Her themes are Steampunk, Halloween, or Steampunk Halloween. Because the spread has faces (cat, skulls, witch) I'm also sharing this with Nicole and Friday Face Off.

I call this monochromatic spread Heads Will Roll.  Details are below.

I fussy cut five skulls, but could only get four on this spread, which is 11 X 8.5 inches.  I cut the gravestones to size that I colored using a black Posca pen.  I added the black cat and the crosses I made years ago from a rubber eraser.  I computer generated the sentiment and added it to the page.  Finally, I added the witch on a broomstick, which is a red rubber wood mounted stamp that slipped as I was adhering it to the page.  

 

I hope you will join Bleubeard and me at Art Journal Journey and Friday Face Off. I also have a few funny witch inspired memes for Friday Smiles.

  

  

 

 

 

 

   

   

  

   

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

If you didn't understand some of these memes, it's because you are not a witch.  Don't ask me to interpret.  I just copied and pasted them to this blog post (GRIN).  Have a spooky Friday Smiles.

T Stands For Random Mugs

 

My sincere apologies.  I am sick.  I have either the flu or pneumonia.  That is why I have been absent for days.  I refuse to ignore T Tuesday, though. I promise to visit, regardless.  Now let's head out and about when I felt better.

I'm fairly certain I haven't shown these mugs I photographed

the last time I visited The Spice Merchant.

Now it's your turn to share your T entry this week.  The rules are extremely simple.  Your drink related post may be anything from a photo of a glass, cup, or mug, to an actual drink.  You may choose to share a sketch or a digital, hybrid, or traditional page in your scrapbook, art journal, or altered book.  Maybe you'd prefer to share a tag, or wow us with your photography.  You might choose a postcard or decorated card.  You might even draw an image on a used tea bag.  Or perhaps you prefer to review a place you visited, a movie, or book.  It makes no difference as long as it's drink related.  And don't forget that the more unique and outside the box it is, the better we like it.  Please tie it back here, and please link only to your T post, not your entire blog.  When you link, Bleubeard, the T gang, and I will be by to visit.   Bleubeard would also like to remind you that your photos may be taken any time, even months or years ago, if you choose. 

 

Neighborhood Clean-up

 

 Below are photos of our recent Neighborhood Clean-up.

It didn't take long until we heard the packer truck and the volunteers who were picking up the trash.  It made it hard for drivers who chose to be out early on that Saturday morning.  There was often a line behind the packer truck.

You can see several of my neighbors were also taking advantage of being able to get rid of items that would not normally go to the landfill.  You can see the remains of the recent rain.

These are the volunteers who picked up the trash on my block and the packer driver who is wearing the yellow shirt.

 

One of the volunteers

 

 

came ahead to look through my trash.

She certainly found lots at my house.  You can see I photo bombed my photo. 

Yes, I wear very, very  loose gowns.  The lady was opening the boxes I had carefully packed with old brochures I had saved for my 7 Continents altered book.  I guess they are afraid I might have included something that wasn't allowed.

More volunteers are starting to show up.  They are trying to decide if this bumper that belonged to my neighbor is metal or plastic.  No metal was allowed accepted in the packer truck.  There was a man who came by for metal scrap.

They soon agreed it was plastic.

Those boxes were heavy.  I felt sorry for the lady because I could barely lift them.

Thankfully, one of the men picked up one of the heavy boxes.  You can see one of the boxes is still open.

The remains of my new TV are now gone.  My next door neighbor, whose bumper and mattress were added to my "trash," was told he wasn't needed because they had plenty of volunteers.  Other volunteers picked up items from the side street.

Even more volunteers caught up with more items not from my yard.

There was more trash coming.

Of course, they had to wait because it was time for the packer to crush what they had collected.  Two guys had driven the side street and picked up more trash.

They brought items to the packer truck.

Wish I had seen that cubby item the volunteer on the far left of the photo was carrying.  I would have grabbed it for my own use.  Instead, I had my head in the lens of my camera.

And just like that, the volunteers moved to the next area.

This was our annual clean-up.  Thanks for dropping by so I was able to share my photos of the clean-up.  I appreciate your comments.  They make me believe I'm not talking to myself.