This is what happens when you don’t read properly: I did a swap with FantasticRCA and we hashed out that in return for a German language iPad keyboard that J___ had bought by accident, I would make a RAPS for her. As we all know, Miss Guylty is changing her name by deed poll to “Mrs Slow”. And since J___ is well-known to be an admirer of Sir Guy, I conveniently forgot about J___’s wish for Chop in a RAPS. Fast-forward four weeks and Guylty scrolls through the previous DM conversation to find J___’s address – and finds lots of pictures of Chop instead. Ooops, I got that one wrong… So back to the drawing board for a chopsome RAPS. The good news in all this is – I have a Guy RAPS to give away…
The genesis of this particular RAPS is characteristic for what happens when I make a pocket shrine. Chaos! I started out – with Guy in my mind and – erroneously believing that a steampunk theme had been stipulated. So I chose one of my vintage tins.
Then I launched into it and immediately forgot about the steampunk theme. Typical. Whenever an idea hits, the shrine making just takes off on its own… But staying with the country and nature theme, this happened.
Guy wants you to step right inside.
Country Boy is eating an apple… In the garden of Eden. You decide what happens next…
On the back of the door there is space for a picture of yourself. (The glasses and the note are post-its and can be removed.)
The text is really just what my fridge door magnets suggested to me – no other meaning… I just liked that it went with the compass and antique map in the background.
No candle holes in this tin, btw – I just didn’t want to damage the lovely vintage tin.
So, anyway, that’s how these shrines work for me. They seldom follow *my* plan. They have a life of their own. I guess that’s the influence of the muse.
As I said – this shrine is *not* going to J___. Leave a comment if you want it. I’ll announce the winner next Saturday when the weekly round-up is due.