Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can
stay.
Supplies: Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Leafy Swirl, Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Leaves and Flourish Set, Gypsy Soul
Laser Cuts-Fanciful Elements, Wooden Tray, Tim
Holtz Distress Sprays in Autumn Hues, Crackle Stamp, StazOn Saddle Brown Ink, Decorative
Scrapbook Paper in Autumnal Theme, Heating Tool, Scissors, Green Gold and
Antique Gold Acrylic Paint, Blending Tool, Weldbond, DecoArt DuraClear Matte
Varnish,
1. Stain
wooden tray using Tim Holtz Distress Sprays of Wild Honey and Tea Dye.
2. Once dry use a crackle stamp or GSLC foam
stamp with StazOn Saddle Ink to age wooden tray.
3. Coat with
Matte Varnish to seal in stains.
4. Choose GSLC
embellishments-I am using Leafy Swirl, Leaves and Flourish Set, and Fanciful
Elements.
5. Randomly
spray GSLC cuts embellishments with Tim Holtz Distress Sprays in autumnal
colors.
6. Spritz with
rubbing alcohol and water to further distress and age your embellishments. Cure
with a heating tool.
7. Add other
layers of color by dry brushing with green gold
and antique gold acrylic paint.
8. Choose
pictures for your tray, fussy cut if you like.
9. Distress
edges with blending tool and StazOn Saddle Brown Ink.
10.
Assemble Tray by adding a decorative piece of paper
to bottom of wooden tray using Weldbond.
11.
Continue to add to your tray by using Weldbond to
attach your autumn pictures and GSLC embellishments.
12. To add aging and patina add rust pastes in green hues.
13.
Once dry cover entire wooden tray with Matte Varnish
to seal everything into place.
Some final
thoughts.
It's not
too late to enjoy an autumn picnic or at least a
hot toddy
or hard cider out in the crisp evening air using your autumnal tray. The tray
is decorative enough to hang and is even reversible.
Another of Robert Frost Poems that
has inspired me to live a life worth living:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I
stood
And looked down one as far
as I could
To where it bent in the
undergrowth;
Then took the other, as
just as fair,
And having perhaps the
better claim,
Because it was grassy and
wanted wear;
Though as for that the
passing there
Had worn them really about
the same,
And both that morning
equally lay
In leaves no step had
trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for
another day!
Yet knowing how way leads
on to way,
I doubted if I should ever
come back.
I shall be telling this
with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages
hence:
Two roads diverged in a
wood, and I—
I took the one less
traveled by,
And that has made all the
difference.
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