Wednesday, June 18, 2008

My first acrylic album..

OK, so it takes me awhile to get my feet wet when a new technique shows up. We received acrylic albums in September 2007's ScrapGoods kit. Humm, I started saving embellies that would look good with 'see-through' albums and amassed quite a bit....I can collect with the best of them!!

Well, the weekend of June 7th the ScrapGoods design team held an online crop & had several classes & challenges. One of the challenges I took on was to create an acrylic book. I'd been thinking about this for awhile & wanted to do a book of my sister who passed away in 2000.

I took pictures of the inside pages before I attached any ribbons, just to make sure the pages showed up OK. I hope you enjoy seeing as much as I enjoyed making it.


My sister loved the poem "When I Am Old I Shall Wear Purple" - so that's the color combination I chose - purple & red.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.


You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickles for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.


But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
~Jenny Jacobs ~


Marianne as a baby and about 3 years old.


Marianne at about 2 on the left. The poem is a Native American Prayer

I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - in each new dawn.


Marianne at about 5 years old.


Marianne & our cousin Barbara. The poem reads:

A life well-lived is a precious gift of hope, strength and grace
from someone who has made our world a brighter, better place.

It’s filled with moments sweet and sad, with smiles and sometimes tears,
with friendships formed and good times shared and laughter through the
years.

A life well-lived is a legacy of joy and pride and pleasure,
a loving, lasting memory our grateful hearts will treasure.


Marianne's high school graduation picture 1960.



Marianne's college picture about 1964. The poem on the other side of the page reads:

The tide recedes,
but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down,
but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops,
and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains.
For ever joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

M.D. Hughes



My sister & I at two stages in our lives...when I was a baby sitting on her lap and in 1997 standing side by side.

The text below the picture reads:

Sisters share that unique & special relationship that combines friend and family - a bond that is at the same time supportive and enduring. The woman who shares her life with a sister is blessed.



And the last page with a quote:
Each life is a miracle that changes the world…
And leaves it a better place than it was before.

3 comments:

bobbie said...

Ruth ~ this is absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful!!! Both as an artistic effort, and as a wonderful, loving tribute to your sister. It made me cry ~ I have long loved that NA prayer.
You should be very, very proud of yourself ~
Love & hugs... me

Auntie Em said...

Made me cry happy tears! Beautiful work, not just in the tactile but the emotion felt with every page.

GmaSnooky said...

Ruth, I saw this on the SG site, but with the lovely poems here it just makes this all the more special. Made me cry, which I don't do very easily. Very touching and beautiful.

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