...Bright Season

Good evening! I have a little tiny card for you, it's really a gift tag with it's own little pouch. It's made with images from Bright Season a few sets of which we were able to load to the store today.

I cut out my lamp shape with a cut file from the bundle I'm going to make available in the next day or so. I cut two lamps and simply marked a fold across the top of one of them to make a little taggy that can stand up.

I used soft blues and yellows, not the normal Christmas combo, but pretty and fresh. The Joyeux Noel is from Very Vintage Christmas, as are the To; and From:

I stamped a mini candle and light halo from the Little lanterns set inside. The little pouch was decorated with snowflakes, also from Very Vintage Christmas, and another larger light halo, this time from Bright Season.

Cut files for both the tag and pouch will be available in the bundle, I'm just finishing off files for that this evening.

Hope it tickles!

Waffle
A few folks expressed an interest in what happened next on this post.

Well it's no secret, one sharp eyed observer noted that the plane in question was indeed a puddle jumper and over the puddle I did go. To England, to visit some folks who make stamps. I was delighted to find a bunch of folks whose expertise was palpable, tea eminently drinkable and sense of humour as skewed as my own. Yep, the north of England seemed a very comfortable place on Tuesday afternoon. I felt right at home.

I was considering telephoning DH with instructions to just pack up house and kids and bring them on over, we're moving anyhow, what was wrong with Yorkshire? when my reverie was interrupted by my lift to the airport, it was too late, time to face the music once more....

You'd think that having flown successfully that morning that I'd be a little more relaxed in the afternoon, and you'd be wrong. I knew everything I was 'in for' and I wasn't liking it.

Flitting nervously from store to store in the Airport waiting area looking for something suitably English to bring home to my wee folks, I purchased two Swiss watches and a Danish construction set.

I dithered and dallied, from coffee bar to cosmetic counter, from newsagent to luggage stand, with beetroot visage, furtively squinting short-sightedly at the departure screens, so much so, that I was genuinely surprised when airport security didn't pick me up. They've seen it all before, the middle aged mummy person, who obviously doesn't get out much....

I made one last bee-line for the perfume counter, if I was going down, I was going to do it doused in Chanel No.5 at the very least...