First of all I began hearing of other adult musicians (there's more than just fiddle there) speak in the same beaten up way - even adults who are WAY better players than I am. We have in common that we started learning within the last 5 years or so.
Then I just kept listening to that voice that kept telling me to keep my heart open - which is what playing the violin makes happen to me. (The rush of huge emotions screaming for attention then drowning out what ever else is happening.) So I moved myself down to the Oh-So-Beginner group where these two fabulous women took us note...by...note through each song (five in all for the week). They were so kind. May the Universe shower them with blessings. By Wednesday I was actually playing the songs so often that even amidst keeping my children dry (its been an unusually rainy August here in Maine), and encouraging them in their endeavors, and hearing the strains of 229 other instruments come winding through the woods: I was able to play the songs with a minimum of mistakes. And guess what. I began to see that it was fun.
I am still processing this. It is huge to be an adult learning at the rate of a child (very fast). And I am learning alot about what love and trust have to do with that. So: a Gift indeed, and I am grateful.
And when the head of camp called for "specialty workshops" (not necessairily musical in nature) I of course brought out my ATC supplies...
About 25, or maybe more, people came and got a whiff of what we already know: can't hardly get enough of this stuff. Yay.
The sad part of my post is that I brought along most of those cards that I had been working on from the last post, adding little pictures of violins and lines of verse from some of the songs that we'd been learning. When I went to work on them this morning I am stunned to say that I cannot find them. While it is still possible that I have misplaced them, I have a bad feeling that they were taken from me.
I also brought along a favorite songbook: Rise Up Singing, for artists to get lines of verse for their cards too. I told everyone not to cut it up, but look: someone did.

Clearly, whoever did that realised their error and at least returned all the cut pages to the tabletop, but she didn't apologise, and it was a surprise this morning to be flipping throught the cut up book and realise what had happened.
So, an open heart, and fun, and maybe some confidence, and some ouchies too. Ain't that just the way.
Sounds like a topic for a country western song...
The red/pink sheet has red foil from the inside of a christmas letter from my cousin and odd ends from other crumpled tissue paper ATC backers that I hadn't quite finished.

metal duct tape (found at hardware and auto stores) covering a sheet of craft foam (for this I used a teal color as it matches the colors on the page), and then doodled with Sharpie extra fine permanent markers. I find that I am having to go over the doodles again to make the marks really black. The foam really holds the "engraving" of the line. You don't get it from these photos, but I painted a layer of pale green nail polish (wasn't my color) over the top. It looks wonderful with the other greens on the page.

Fare Thee Well!













Good Morning (is a card within a pocket):






And because here at the end of the month I have very little to say other than how much I am liking The Great Library ATC Swap and how eager I am to get it all ready for you. (I really think that you will like it. There are so many ideas for ATCs that give a fabulous effect and I think that you will have at least as much fun as I have had making all the cards that I made for the photos in the book.) Because of that I will show you an ATC that I made for the book yesterday. 
So: let's go get you an ATC How-To Book.












I had some gold! tissue paper in my stash - cool, eh? I found, however that the shiny-ness of the paper didn't let it take the rubber stamping as well. I could try one of those stamping pads that are for metal and glass and that might work. The regular tissue tho prints just fine. I love all the crinkles. And that is a chocolate coin wrapper there. And publishing is on my mind these days...
This is Andre the seal. He lived with a family here in Rockport back in the 60's. One of his human sisters wrote his story and you can find it at your library if you would like to read a very sweet story about a dad who was interested in all the folks in his harbor. Andre lives on in his granite likeness in the Rockport Harbor Park, and he loves to have visitors drop in for a group shot.

