My father is a consummate horticulturalist. He can grow something beautiful from a rock, I think. He's an orchardist (retired), but when he was active in it, he used to graft stuff into the trees all the time. It wasn't uncommon for us to have a tree with several kinds of apples growing on it. He has his own apple – the Snapp Stayman. It ripens earlier than other stayman apples, and is much prettier. I'm sure it tastes incredible, too. I'm know I've eaten one, but, sadly, when it comes to apples, I can only tell a few varieties apart. Just read some of my older posts about my lamentable forays into gardening and you'll see that I did not inherit the horticultural genes. I can tell Red Delicious, York (which is my favorite) and, of course, Golden Delicious when I see them. Other than that, I'm at the mercy of whoever labels the bin.
So when it comes to "hybrids" and gardening, this is as close as I get.
I created a digital card, then sized the DSP and positioned it like I wanted it on the card and printed it. Then it was just a matter of cutting it out and adding some layers. The sentiment is from "Watercolor Trio," and the butterfly is the "All a Flutter" stamp from the summer mini (same sets as yesterday!). I stamped the butterfly on vellum with Garden Green craft ink, then embossed with clear powder. I colored the back with Yoyo Yellow and Ruby Red markers, cut it out and added it to the flowers.
Stamps: All a Flutter, Watercolor Trio
Ink: Garden Green classic (sentiment) and craft (butterfly); Yoyo Yellow, Ruby Red Stampin' Write markers
Paper: Daffodil Delight, Garden Green, Confetti White, Vellum card stock; Summertime Splendor DSP (from My Digital Studio)
Accessories: Clear embossing powder, heat tool, stampin' dimensionals, My Digital Studio, large and scallop oval punches, curly label punch
Tomorrow I have either a "Mostly Vintage" stencil card (also using – you guessed it – Elements of Style) or a Motorcycle card. I haven't decided which, but it will probably be the motorcycle to give you a break from flowers.
I'm craving ice cream today. In Florida, there's a chain called "Ritter's" (probably not just in Florida, I'm sure), and they have awesome ice cream. We stopped there several times, and this would have been the day to go, but we're not in Florida any more, darn it. My dear sweetie was going to go to Baskin Robbin's with me, but just before we were getting out of the car, it started pouring rain. One of those, "don't get out you're going to get soaked, but it will be over in 10 minutes" rains, but I didn't feel like waiting it out. So – no ice cream. Which is probably good, because my stalker is back. "My stalker" is the person who kept following me around; I kept wondering who on earth was behind me and following so closely – and then realized it was me behind me! Scarier than a stalker, I can tell you that! And I just remembered, too, that it was about this time last summer that my stalker first appeared – right after "Ritter's time." Hmmmmm… may be a little correlation there.