Favourite Photos - DT for CSI 117

There's a couple of my favourite colours in the Case file this week…

I love green and blue combined.

The quirky image made me smile so I wanted to scrap 

something to do with transport.

Would you like to write about something mind boggling?

Write a poem?

Document a quirk?

Then this is the challenge for you.

CLICK HERE

For details and examples from the DT and Guest designers

I used a sketch by

LIZ CHIDESTER  to kick start my ideas

The background paper is by Little Yellow Bicycle - Paradise, "Happy dots"

The gorgeous flairs are from an Aussie company

STUDIO FORTEEN 40 

Yellow frame is from Pink Paislee

Chipboard title from Imaginarium Designs

The blue frame is by Crate Paper, the Pier collection

The vine chipboard is from Dusty Attic

The wooden arrows and little bicycle - Studio Calico

Metal cogs and sprockets are by Tim Holtz

Some old Kaisercraft rubons

and Tim Holtz washi tape

The yellow paper is vintage Making Memories

EVIDENCE

Cogs, gears

Circles

Metal

Flowers

Rub ons

Butterflies

Bicycle

Arrows

Numbers (bottom left)

Once again, my photos are not great, but I wanted to tell the story of this small, everyday moment, which gave our Grandson such delight - fixing the tyres and getting his hands dirty while helping his beloved Pa.  

TESTIMONY

I chose to write my journalling as a poem. Sincere apologies to fans of Banjo Patterson. If you don’t know the Australian poem,  "The man from Snowy River", you can find it HERE

The journalling is on the back of the layout and it reads:-

There was movement at the homestead, for the word had passed around,

that the tyres on the car were nearly flat,

They’d sagged upon the driveway - needing quick attention

So the compressor was summoned from the back.

The old man and his Grandson gathered on the driveway,

eager to put the tyres to right.

The young one loved the action, as the tool box quickly opened,

And the photos show a glimpse of his delight.

With valve caps off and gauge in action, they bent to do the task,

The old man with his hair as white as snow;

His patience long and wide - just the sort that won’t say die.

He tended to the tyre with boy in tow.

They had the repair job done, in absolute record time,

Their dirty hands a record of their deed,

It’s hard to say who loved it most - the old man or the kid,

All done in time to wash their hands for tea.