Hello, hello, today I’m sharing a DT challenge for CSI
So, are you ready for this week's challenge? Grab your forensics kits,
CSI members, and get ready for some serious sleuthing
as we open Case File No. 156.
to see what the team and guests have created for your inspiration
I struggled with the colours and binned my first three attempts, so reverted back to what I know best. The KISS principle.
I used the Teresa Collins range of papers "Nine & Co"
the bright patterned ones.
And a ten year old corrugated one by Wendy Irving.
Glad I didn't purge that one!
Do you like the hat?
I used the words, grow, spicy and power to inspire my journalling.
The photo of me was taken at a friend’s wedding on Kangaroo Island many moons ago. We had just finished our Nursing Training and for the first time in our lives, had some choice about what we would do next. My friend decided to marry, after only a few months courtship.
I was shocked, to say the least. Marriage to me, at that time, spelt lack of freedom, inability to work and endless pregnancies. Who, in their right mind would want to do that?
Three of my Aunts were Registered Nurses, two of whom were single. These two lived a life of freedom, dressed beautifully, drove their own cars and had regular holidays. By contrast, the third Aunt married soon after training, had four boys in four years and suffered a nervous breakdown. The poor woman never really recovered her brilliant mind and incisive decision making skills.
Which path would you choose, I wonder? It seemed like a no brainer to me. My inner voice said “Pick up your own power, explore the world and grow into the Woman you are capable of becoming. Who knows what lies beyond the far horizon”. So off we went, myself and I, with two like minded friends. For a year we explored Europe, Britain, the United Sates and Canada. We Nursed the landed gentry on Harley Street. We poured beers in pubs and cups of tea at Village Fairs. We listened to jazz in New Orleans and protest songs in Irish pubs. We rode Camels in Egypt and ate spicy curries in Bombay. Each country offered something new and fascinating. Different food, architecture, languages, smells and sounds. Such enriching and enlightening experiences, which taught us that our previous view of the world was parochial and xenophobic.
We returned home with a passion to continue our Nursing and a determination to have equal rights in any partnership. Nothing much had changed in our little corner of the world in our absence, but we knew there was more; we’d tasted it and were not ready to settle for mediocrity and small town attitudes. This was the first of many journeys; once the travel bug has bitten it stays for a life time. In the following years, life has not always been rosy, but I've learned that it doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful.
“If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine, it is lethal.” - Paul Coelo