Think ink!

I have not only been thinking ink, I've been pretty much dreaming ink too...along with crackle paint, acrylics etc etc. It's been a very enjoyable couple of days getting samples ready for this weekend's demonstrations as I've been creating a canvass or two, a brooch, a cuff and some other things as well as cards and ATC's. Here are some sneaky peeks of what I've been up to.....this is a plaque that evolved as it went on. Can you see what the expensive base to it is?!? Below is the brooch that I've made to wear on my Ranger apron. The photo doesn't show the words too well, but the legend is "Time flies when you're having fun", which seemed very appropriate for the last few days. It features Grungeboard wings and a chipboard heart and I've used Crackle paint and Crackle Accents to give texture and shine to the piece.

That's all the pictures for now - I shall save the rest for after the weekend. Hope to see quite a few of you on Saturday and Sunday of course...all ATC's happily swapped and refreshments gratefully received......only joking about the refreshments, we get looked after well at the DBDS!

There are a couple of new members to the family this week. My sister Heather will be telling you about one of them, but last week David and I took mum and dad to Cats Paws sanctuary, near Lytham and helped them to choose a little friend to adopt. After looking at lots of pleading faces and some cheeky ones, they fell for a little female called Tara. She was in the hospital section, wearing a large plastic collar as she had been pulling out her stitches! Little Tara had been brought in to be spayed by her owners after she had kittens and then they had rung the sanctuary to say that they didn't want her back. She is a beautiful "tabby tortie and white" with huge yellow green eyes. So, we put a deposit down (they ask for a minimum donation of £60 which doesn't even cover the jabs, vet checks and insurance which they provde for each cat they rehome) and dad signed all the forms. They had to wait until yesterday before they could pick her up, and last night she was, apparently, hiding under a duvet in the spare bedroom, obviously very nervous. Today she has been more adventurous and has picked a spot beneath the gas fire...completely ignoring the luxurious faux suede bed with removable furry cushion which my day insisting on getting for her! So, as soon as we get over there again I will take some snaps and post them on here. I am very jealous, but we just aren't in a position to have a pussy cat now really, so I will share Tara!

Tomorrow I'll be working on new stamp designs - the precise, detailed work will be a complete contrast to my messy week so far! I have a few ideas, but will spend a couple of days doing pencil sketches before deciding which ones to work into finished designs. As usual, I have a very tight deadline, but I work better that way - thank goodness! Lindsay

Cherry

This post is in response to the many of you have asked me to write about our beloved cat Cherry, who we lost over four years ago now, and who all my "Cherry the Cat" stamps designs are inspired by. All our pictures of Cherry were taken before we had a digital camera so I have taken pictures of some original photographs with a mix of success. Hopefully they will convey her pretty face and sweet nature though.

Cherry first came into our lives when she was "living rough" with a completely black tom cat in and around the gardens. At first I thought that she may belong to one of the houses nearby as there is quite an itinerant student population, so people and pets come and go. However, it soon became apparent that these two were, indeed, strays, and so, of course, I began to leave food for them. The big tom was very wary and also very pungent! His dainty white companion was more approachable and soon decided that the indoors looked more appealing to her. We were, as now, in the habit of feeding the birds and squirrels, and the latter would run up the tree and onto the window ledge to get peanuts from our first floor window. Cherry was so determined to move in that one day she did the same (obviously having observed all this!)...up the tree, onto the ledge and through the open window, much to our surprise! Thus she laid claim to us and our very special relationship began.

I should say here, that "Blackie" (I know, it's original!) remained an outdoor stray, who wouldn't let anyone near him except for me. I fed him and he even let me cuddle him, but he wouldn't come inside and he eventually stopped coming around sadly.

All was well with Cherry until one day, whilst asleep on my lap, she suddenly began to stiffen and then kick. David was sure that she had been poisoned and we had some heart stopping moments till she came around, panting, exhausted and ravenous. It turned out to be epilepsy - probably why this adorable creature had been turfed from her original home. We learned to live with Cherry's fitting because, when she was given tablets to lessen them (these were an option I should say) she became like a zombie, frightened even of us. So, we would have a month of normal life with Cherry and then she would have clusters of fits for a few days. An epileptic seizure causes lack of control of everything, so there was always lots of cleaning up to do after one of her attacks...but we loved her so that was okay, if very wearing sometimes.

Cherry was the gentlest of creatures, she would sit beside our open window with the birds feeding a few inches from her...she didn't try to hurt them and they became used to her. One of the pictures shows (if a little blurrily) a curious pigeon peering in at a sleeping Cherry! She was nervous of everyone except the two of us, yet David witnessed her standing her ground when two huge dogs were straining at their leads and barking to get at her in the garden! She never once showed annoyance, frustration or disinterest to us, and was always happiest being cuddled and stroked on one of our laps. Mind you, she could sulk if she felt that her dinner was late!

In 2002 she went out and was missing for a week. We searched everywhere and put up posters till we eventually had a phone call that someone thought they had seen her. We found her and, of course, she was spoiled even more rotten after that! However, a few months later she went missig again, this time for two weeks, and later in the year she vanished for three weeks. I almost gave up, but David was out at all hours of the day and night, searching and calling for her and, eventually, we found her while we were driving slowly around and calling. We realised that her homing instincts had been damaged by all her fits, so she became an indoor cat for the last two years of her life.

Sadly, Cherry began to decline and become withdrawn, and, more worryingly, she stopped eating. After many visits to the vet, blood tests, etc the terrible news came that she had feline Aids - probably contracted when she was living rough all those years before. She began to go into a rapid decline and we reached the point where we knew that the following day we would have to make that dreaded last visit to the vet. I slept on the floor with her that last night as she was so weak and withdrawn. The next morning we drove to the vets, Cherry in my shoulder bag (she hated being in a box) and braced ourselves fro what we knew must be done. As soon as the vet saw her he said that she had gone, so she spared us that awful decision. David was relieved but I admit that I felt cheated of saying a proper goodbye to her. I carried her back to the car and David walked up the road as he was too upset to drive at that point. As I sat in the car with her on my lap, stroking her lovely little white head it began to snow....I can't tell you what a comfort that was....Cherry was pure white and it felt as though it was a message to say "Don't worry, she's safe now, I'm looking after her for you." We took Cherry to my parents' home and she is buried under their Cherry tree with flowers and a headstone that I painted to mark her grave. It simply says "Cherry - our little Angel".

That was December of 2004 and there isn't a day goes by that we don't think of her. Anyone who has been fortunate enough to have the unconditional love of a very special pet will understand.
Well, I hope that wasn't too sad a tale, as we shared fourteen years with our little friend and she gave us love and happy memories. The Cherry the Cat stamps are my way of celebrating her and all those happy memories. Lindsay