Hello all! Thank you so much for the lovely feedback on the Dollshouse Book - I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I loved making it.
I'm here today with my take on Tim Holtz's delicious May tag... another wealth of inspiration from the master, and quite a lot of improvising in my version!
I don't have the burlap sheets, but I do have plenty of burlap, and as I was fishing it out of the fabric box I found some cream coloured pieces which I rather fancied playing with.
After I'd glued it to some card and cut the tag, I then gave it a rough coat of gesso to make it even paler, and that led me to this rather delicately toned vintage piece.
I gathered paper offcuts as well as bits of ephemera, including some pieces of vellum, to layer into the design, and then started sorting through the Photobooth characters to see who wanted to come out to play.
It was love at first sight when I saw this woman - and she started to tell me her story almost straight away...
Though she's been overlooked amongst the debutantes of her first season, those glasses hide a first class mind. She hadn't even considered a university education - not really the thing for girls, don't you know?
But a friend of her uncle's, seated next to her at a dinner party by chance, quickly spotted her potential and invited her to come and take a test down at a place in the country where he was working - a country house, Bletchley Park.
Since passing with flying colours, she's been working night and day on the top secret code-breaking project which will eventually contribute significantly to the defeat of the Nazis in World War II.
Though the decoding work is obviously the main concern (scribbled handwritten notes in a moment of inspiration have to be typed up into reports to be shared), she has suddenly found that it is, after all, easy to speak to men...
... when you have a common interest of importance about which to talk, of course. Tedious small talk is a thing of the past.
And from being left on the sidelines at dances and at parties, she's now sought out by her male colleagues who admire her mind, her wit and not least her beauty, now that they've taken the time to look at her more than once.
These are only a few of the flowers she's now accustomed to receiving. (Pre-made, I'm afraid... flower-making is something that only happens occasionally around here.)
So, this former wallflower is blossoming, finding stimulation and fulfilment in her work, and laughter and love with her colleagues. You could even say she's becoming something of a social butterfly!
No wonder there's a gentle blush in her cheeks, echoing the soft pink tints of her clothes (very delicately done with Tattered Rose and Victorian Velvet). And is that a hint of lipstick she's taken to wearing? Or perhaps it's the bruising of a passionate kiss...
I can only hope that she will find somewhere to deploy her considerable talents and intellect once the war is over... or that if she marries one of these intelligent young men, they won't suddenly expect her to become "the little woman" at home.
I'd hate to see her dwindle again, having come into her own with such grace. The butterfly should never have to turn back into a caterpillar.
In the meantime, let's leave her doing extraordinary things, and finding her way to being anything but ordinary.
Thank you so much, Tim, for the inspiration which tickled this young woman into existence - I'm so glad I got to meet her. And thanks to all of you for stopping by. It's always a joy to hear your thoughts... it makes this whole journey come alive.
I'd like to enter this as my May tag in Tim Holtz's 12 Tags of 2015.
Live a life less ordinary.
In the Autumn of 1943, the Government called up all girls aged 17½ ... to work in munitions or hospitals, the Women’s Services being at that time closed for recruitment. It was with some trepidation that I went for my interview at the Labour Exchange ... fortunately I had a Credit in Maths on my School Certificate, and the official thought I should go for an interview at the Foreign Office. Within a month I was on my way to Bletchley Park. My first impression was a lecture on the utmost secrecy the work entailed, and a signing of the Official Secrets Act.
Hilary Pownall (nee Law) Hut 8, Block D