Continuing with our Junk Journal Lorraine and I were now ready for our second challenge which is to include a tag. I took a manilla tag and covered it with bits of paper from a dictionary (read the story, the writing is supposed to signify the newspapers arriving on the train) and then went over it with some blue and some green Distress Inks. Actually what was left on the Ink Tools was enough to just give it that little touch of colour needed to take the starkness away from the Gesso I had used. I found some cut out Sunflowers in my drawer and added some beads for the centres giving them a thick coat of Glossy Accents to make sure they stayed well on. A sprig with some leaves and a couple of figures from Tim Holt and we were ready to continue with our story of Marie and once more enter it into Art Journal Journey where Erika has chosen 'Vintage or Modern'.
"Marie woke feeling restless that first morning on the train having spent part of the night tossing and turning whilst she thought of her dear sister Emmeline. She began to feel guilty that she was escaping the brunt of the war whilst those she held dearly were suffering. Still it had been Emmeline's choice to do what she was doing but there were other members of her family that she would worry about for years to come.
Mamma had persuaded her to make the journey to safety because of her heart condition which made her a little on the delicate side, and Papa had promised he would take care of her mother until his dying breath. She could only hope that the love she had with her intended was going to be as strong as that of her parents.
She made her way to the breakfast car, not glancing in any of the other carriages for fear of whom she might see. On arrival in the buffet section she was seated across the aisle from a delightful family, the Bertholet's, who had the most enchanting two young daughters, Celine and Celeste. It was lovely to have someone to chat with and after breakfast she and the two young girls watched through the window as the beautiful countryside with its bright yellow sunflowers sped by.
What was the future going to hold for those dear young girls wondered Marie. She only hoped that they would all reach safety before too long. News of what was happening in the war was reaching them via the newspapers that were collected at the various stations as they travelled on and it was not good news."
(I am no historian and my geography is weak so this is purely the ramblings of a Junk Journaller and not to be taken too seriously - Enjoy.)
