Another project originally designed by Miss Wendy..(I adore that chickie!). The base for the album is this sweet vintage 1908 Sears catalog. Wendy used a ton of cool paint techniques on her original, but since I didn't have the time or exact supplies to duplicate her amazing album, I had to make some stuff up on my own. The result is this little mini that stores the verses of my favorite love poem by Pablo Neruda. ACK! I just LOVE it! It's so lush and sparkly and pretty! I decided to use Wendy's paint techniques wherever I could, but also included vintage images from my own stash and some Melissa Frances crepe paper (yum, yum!) and other doo-dads. Love this little thang! Sorry for the dark pics..but I think you can get the idea. Oh, and I've included the entire poem below. Thanks for having a peek and for visiting with me today...xoxoxoxo








Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda