Areeba Nishat's Blog

Greetings to everyone.

Hope all of you are having  good day good week so far. If not, well,  just hang in there, the clouds will pass and sun will shine once again on all you lovely people. Until then, enjoy the lovely weather, assuming it’s about to rain. *WINKS*

You guys must have noticed I was absent for the past whole year. A few of you would have wondered if I’m okay or not but that’s just wishful thinking. Today, I’m going to confess where I’d been.

It all started in June, my result came out and with that began job hunting. I was extremely tensed. My peers were getting jobs, and here I was, facing one rejection after another. Sometime’s I’d reach the last round and then kept waiting endlessly for the confirmation call. I had to prove myself, get out of the house. I hate being cooped up in the house. There was a contractual government job for which I had applied. THe result was due later in July. But the idea of waiting for it, only to face rejection again was driving me mad. Gradually, all my friends got selected in various schools but here I was, unemployed and going crazy. What was most insane was the fact that all my friends, teachers and family were quite confident about me from the very starting. They believed I’d easily get selected. But the ground reality turned out to be completely different. I started doubting myself; maybe they were all wrong, what if they were just saying all this and not mean it! There were periods when I’d be too depressed to even eat or talk. Often, I cried for hours due to all the frustration and hopelessness.

June turned to July and then one day, the clouds of darkness parted  slightly, and I was informed about a job opening in my Alma Mater. I’d studied there up to middle school and this was like my first home away from home. I went there, gave a demonstration and they said they’ll get back to me. I was happy, confident and hopeful once again. the demonstration couldn’t have gone any better. I waited but no cal came. Even the result for that government job was postponed indefinitely. July was about to end and I was nowhere near bagging a job.

Suddenly, one late afternoon, when I had given up all hope, I received a call from the school where I had given the demo. I was hired. It was the last week of July and I was so happy. They salary was very low, lowest among everyone I knew and this did put me out a little bit. But I was joyous to get a job at least.

Just when I thought life was looking good, it slapped me in the face. TWICE.

On the first day of August, my grandma fell ill and was hospitalized. Soon, after, health of my dad who was a chronic patient for almost a decade also started deteriorating. He was advised to undergo surgery. My grandma was still in hospital, so we scheduled the surgery sometime later in the month, hoping she’ll be cured and out of the hospital by then. My mother was frantic. She would be in the hospital at night and for hours during daytime too, taking leave of absence from her work. In between, she looked after my dad too. We all prayed all the time for their well-being. But, prayers couldn’t save her and in mid august, she passed away. I can’t describe what it was like at that time.  My mother had just lost her own mother, but she had to take care of my father too. He had to undergo surgery a week after.

We admitted him to the hospital and the operation was done successfully, or so the doctors said. a week after the surgery, he came home but his health kept deteriorating rapidly. Again, he was admitted. My mother would remain by his side all day and all night. Our family was heart-broken; to lose grandma and now to see dad like this. It was too much. I

As if this wasn’t a trial enough for me, I wasn’t getting my salary from the school. There were departmental and administrative troubles there. Sometimes, i just felt like quitting and stay at home. but my dad wouldn’t hear of it. He kept pushing me for my rights. He said, I had worked there, invested my time and skill, I cannot quit without taking what was rightfully mine.

And then two months after my grandma, my dad passed away too. If we were heartbroken earlier, it was nothing compared to how we were now. To lose core parts of family within a span of mere two months,  no one can understand what’s it like. I hope no one does. The pain is just unbearable.

We all were coping with our losses but it was our mother for whom we felt the most, losing both mother and husband, one after another, within such short time is too cruel.

For months, I was unable to sleep. I couldn’t even close my eyes for as soon as I’d close them, images started turning in front of them. I kept it all inside. Still do, all the pain, the grief, it’s bottled up within me. I haven’t cried since then.

A month after his death, I received my salaries, all the pending ones at once. But what shall I do with them! My first salary, and I couldn’t fulfill my dream to gift something to my grandma and dad from it. I felt the unluckiest person to ever walk on this Earth at that time.

Months have passed. But that void is still there, constantly aching, hurting.

I was unable to do write anything. But then, I realized neither of them would like to see this. They always encouraged me to write, to pursue my dreams and to shoot for the stars.

So here I am now. Writing once again. Hoping to make them proud someday.

I pick up my pen

Trying to write something

But pages after pages

Are wasted in vain.

The Ink of pain

Spilled all over the pages

Is enough I guess

What I feel is expressed.

A grieving mother by my side

All her adornments removed

A little brother stuck in tides

sorrows buried deep in chest

A sister oscillating to and fro

Between responsibility and heartache

A brother-in-law consoling all

A pillar standing strong and tall

A nephew too young to comprehend

Relying on others to feed and tend

And then lastly there is me

the family black sheep

Not wanting to talk at all

Just be alone and sleep.

Numb, unable to believe

When I’m still doubtful

how can I grieve!

 

So, that’s it. This is why I was unable to post regularly, where I was absent all this time.

Until next time,

Take Care

P.S. I’ve resigned from that job and working somewhere else now.

You constantly tempt me,

Try to seduce, but I rebuff

You’re like Eros himself

Come down on Earth

With a single mission

To satiate our hearts.

My facade fools you

As you childishly pout

After my each rejection.

Only I know how, how

I keep myself from

Touching you, caress

Your mane of hair

And pull at them

As you thrust into me.

Only I know how, How

Hard it is, to control

Each time you coyly

Wickedly,slip those

Sexy pearls from

Your tongue, and

I can feel my knees

Go weak and tremble.

There’s only so much

Control I have left

I can feel it skidding,

Reaching towards you,

I find myself even teasing

You at times, dropping

Hints. Suffering from

Dilemma to give into desire

Or to withhold. A constant

Struggle, a war with myself.

 

Retrospection: the act of thinking about what happened in one’s life in the past. The  act of pondering upon situations,and incidents that took place in the past.

It is a trait unique to human beings. Uneasiness, regrets, a deep desire for time travel in past and change certain things we, humans suffer from all this and this feeling is often enough to drive one mad. Yes, we do claim to learn from our mistakes, from the past, but we have regrets more often.

I’m not immune to retrospection and this, when combined by my ability to over-think, often causes me exasperation.

The funny thing is, we often have regrets and retrospect when things are out of our control, when time has long gone past.  I wish I’d told her how much I love her; Wish I had spent more time with them; I wish I had never fallen for him if I’f known he was trouble… the list goes on.

But retrospection must not be confused with regrets, although they may be linked.

Retrospection is good. Regrets are not. Retrospect in order to learn from your mistakes. Make it a habit each night to retrospect about your whole day  before going to sleep. Think about what you did right, all the good deeds, performed by you. If they happen to be few or none, make sure to do some tomorrow. Think about if you’ve wronged someone or hurt someone. Make sure to apologise and make amends the next day. For those who’ve wronged you, try to forgive. if you’ve made mistakes, learn from them and grow.

But do not regret anything. Life’s too short for regrets.  Whatever time you have is right now. So seize the moment and make it yours.

Until next time,

take care

have a great life

 

via Daily Prompt: Retrospective

This week has been really full of downs for me in every sense.. I’m going through a really rough phase and mind goes blank more often than I’d like. This is the reason I haven’t been able to post daily here. I didn’t write a single word for three days even for this June Falls  Poetry Challenge. I didn’t do any craft work either. But then I just somehow pulled myself together and wrote three poems in an hour and a half( kinda feels like an achievement​, frankly speaking).  Also, I made some progress on my current best-out-waste project. Apart from this, it has been a terrible day otherwise.

Anyways, presenting this week’s(8-14 June) poems to you, please do share how you feel:

[image error]The Tragedy Of Dumbledores Day 8
[image error]Moonstone Day 9
[image error]House of Gold Day 10
[image error]Chrysalism Day 11
[image error]Purple Reign Day 12
[image error]Tissue Paper Day 13
[image error]City Colours Day 14

      Hello there everyone… how have you all been? Sorry I have been away these past few days. But now I’m here..with another craft idea..specially for beginners.In this post, I’ll be discussing how to paint on mirror or glass with detailed steps. Contrary to what it looks, mirror painting isn’t difficult, just a few things must be taken care of while doing it.

     First and foremost, you should have a clear idea of what you want. You should have a design ready either in your mind( if you’re one those geniuses who’re very artistic and creative) or there are also hundreds of ideas available on the internet. Having a clear idea of what you want will help you choose the correct mirror/glass. But if you choose a mirror/glass first and then try to select the idea that will go with it, it will be tricky and cost you a lot of frustration and time.Trust me, I know…this is exactly what happened with me. I acquired the mirror first and then spent weeks trying to choose the perfect design for it( as I said before, I’m a perfectionist in certain matters). Like I always say, you just need the right eye to see and you can do wonders. You don’t necessarily have to type in ‘ideas for mirror/glass painting’ or ‘mirror/glass painting’. You can use any pattern, any design, just about anything that you see and like, it maybe a pattern on your wallpaper or your bedsheet, it may be a print on your t-shirt..it may be anything. 

You can choose only an intricate border design to be used as a mirror or a full fledged design to be used as a stained glass window or framed painting. Choice is yours.

You just the need the right eye and vision to see. 

 

Material Required:

A mirror or a glass of your choice (it should be compatible with the design you have chosen) 
A print out of the design you want, or if you have one in your mind then it must be drawn on an a paper beforehand.
A carbon paper
Glass colors of your choice
A black glass liner
A rough cloth
A sketch pen, pencil or marker (even an old one will do whose ink has dried) 
A pin of any kind- safety pin, pearl pin, all purpose pins or T-pins.
Old used newspapers.
Cello tape/Clear tape(optional)

 

THE PROCESS

Step 1:

[image error]Have a clear mirror

 

Place some old newspapers on your workbench an then carefully place the mirror on it. Take some crunched newspapers(preferably glossy) and clean the surface of your mirror with it until there are no fingerprints or any other smudges left. 

Step 2:

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Once you’ve cleaned your mirror, place the carbon paper on top of it and your design on top of the carbon paper. Secure it with the help of tape if you’re afraid that the two papers might move while you’re tracing and spoil your work by either creating gaps or overlapping.

Once you have secured the two sheets, take a pencil(blunt, not sharp) or marker and trace your design. When you have finished, make sure that you haven’t missed anywhere and then remove the two papers. You’ll see that your design has been imprinted on the mirror.

For my mirror, I have used the shape of a tree and added some bushes on the lower part.

Step 3:

[image error]Use the black liner on the outlines and fill in the colors wherever required

 

When you’ve completely traced/drawn your design, outline it with the help of the black liner. Now there are a range of liners available in the market, various colors of various brands but the I found the black one to be with the most beautiful effect. It can be used almost on every design whereas gold and silver ones have very limited use. Also these liners are available as both a single product as well along wit glass colors. As for the brand, I have used Pidilite’s Hobby Ideas. You’re free to use any brand you want that is available near you. 

I have filled in the trunk and outlined the branches with liner instead of using the black because I wanted these parts to stand out. Also it was possible to give a rough bark-like texture to the tree trunk with the liner which would have been impossible otherwise.

Tip: If, by chance you make a mistake with liner, you can quickly rub it off with the help of a rough cloth. But be careful while doing so. You don’t want to rub off too much and then re-do the part all over again.

Step 4:

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Once you’re done with outlining, start coloring. I didn’t wanted a regular tree. I wanted something more vibrant and non-traditional so I used  almost all the colors I could find to color the leafy portion of the tree.  As for the bushes, I used lighter and darker shades of green.

Use the colors directly from the bottles. You can also mix two or more colors. There are two techniques for it and both have different effects.

Technique 1: In a spare bottle, take some portions of the colors you want mixed in the right proportions. For example if you want reddish yellow, you’ll mix more red into less yellow. You must be well acquainted with the color wheel for this.( Gives me an idea about doing a post on color wheel, although I’m still indecisive about it..Too many ideas, not enough time..ufff) Once you’ve mixed the colors, use it on your mirror. You’ll get a smooth flow of an entirely new color.

Technique 2:  First apply one color on the intended area and then the other one mixed into it…blending it right there on the mirror itself. This will give you not a new color but various hues, tints and shades of the same colors.

I have used the second technique in some places here.

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Tip: You’ll notice that if you’re not careful enough( and most of the times it can’t be avoided if you have larger surface) bubbles may start to occur when you’re coloring on the mirror. Pop all these bubbles gently with the help of a pin. Do remember that you are working with a mirror and scratches can appear on it if you’re too hasty or use the  pin very strongly. Also, to avoid formation of any bubbles, choose a design or modify it so that you have to color in small spaces rather than vast ones.

Step 5:

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When you’ve completed coloring, do as you want with it. Have it framed and be used it as a mirror or a painting, have it placed in your window as a stained glass.

I had it framed and hung it on my bedroom wall.

See wasn’t it quite easy.. and didn’t take  too much time either.

Give it a try and let me know how it went. I’d love to hear from you.

Till next time… take care.. Keep crafting.

Hi there my lovely friends.. how have you been?

For those of us who love to write, specially poets( I humbly consider myself one too),anything and everything can turn into muse, can inspire us. But once in a while, all writers also suffer from what is called writer’s block! One of the worst phases that I have been in. To come out of this dreaded dark place, to inspire oneself, we can always use prompts ( exactly the reason why The Daily Post on WordPress gives Prompts).

Then there are some people who just love being challenged. Completing challenges is an ego-booster for some, while for others it is a confidence booster. I consider myself somewhere between these two categories.

Recently I have taken up one such challenge on Instagram hosted by FallsPoetry. It is a month long challenge in which a list of prompts is given for each day of June in advance. It is called June Falls Poetry Challenge. The prompts given aren’t your usual one words but phrases.

 

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It has been a whole week since and I’m very proud of myself. Why wouldn’t I be!! I have written one poem each day this week, I have expanded my horizons, pushed my limits and tested new waters. It has been such a wonderful and enlightening experience. Earlier it used to take me days or even a whole week to complete one poem, writing slowly, waiting for inspiration to strike me. But now I can happily say that I can write one within an hour or so.. sometimes even less. I’m always inspired.

I don’t know why but I prefer writing long poems, a fact that you may or not have noticed from my poems here on WordPress.. I just can’t write a short one. I keep adding stanzas until there are at least four- the minimum number of stanzas for me. Also, I’m not much a fan of blank verse although I do enjoy some really good ones.

Now, for me,this challenge wasn’t merely about writing. As it was on Instagram- a platform where photos and videos are shared, it was also about being visually effective and how do I interpret the prompts not only in words but also visually. So after I’d write the poem, I also had to search for the perfect background to write it on( I’m sadly a perfectionist when it comes to creativity or work), the perfect font color, font size and stanza arrangements. But the end result gave me utter joy and satisfaction.

Here, I’m sharing my this week’s works(1-7 June) with all of  you, hope you enjoy them. You can also check them out on my Instagram account and like and comment there. You can, in fact, take up this challenge yourself if you want.

Live Link to my Instagram account:Winter_Phoenix92

Live Link to FallsPoetry account: Falls Poetry

[image error]Reality ! Day 1
[image error]THE STORM! Day 2
[image error]STAR-CROSSED HEARTS! Day 3
[image error]HEDONISTIC LIVES! Day 4
[image error]BACK SCATTERED MEMORIES! Day 5
[image error]GARDEN OF SOUNDS! Day 6
[image error]ROSE GOLD ! Day 7

I’ll be back with this week’s poems(8-14 June) next week.

What are your thoughts on these poems? Did you like them, hate them or just about anything you felt…feel free to share with me. I’d love to hear from you guys.

I saw her, a sack over her left shoulder, and a bag in her right hand, back a little bowed, whether due to the sack she was carrying or due to all that she has seen in her life. I couldn’t determine her age as her back was towards me and I was unable see her face.

Bodies were lying All around her, mutilated, blasted, the soil thick with blood, a hand there, leg here, head smashed. Infants, children, women, men, old, young, all were dead.

Then I saw her do something which confused me. She was searching for the wounded who had still life left in them and can be saved. But occasionally, she would bend and pick up something from the ground and put it in her sack. Thinking that she was raiding for anything valuable from the dead and wounded, disrespecting them and taking advantage of their condition, I went up to her to stop her. But as I came nearer, I saw what she was picking up. I was equally confused and shocked at it, she would pick up the empty shells of bombs and put it in her sack. I rummaged my brains really hard to find a reason for this, but couldn’t.

I decided not to say anything to her at all. But curious as I was, I followed her.

After she had given the basic first aid to those who had miraculously survived, enough so that they could live atleast until taken to the hospital, she signaled someone standing at a distance. It was to let him know that there are people here who are alive and need medical care. Then she went through a lane, and I followed her.

She walked through the road, amidst more blood and destruction. The shops and houses, all were in a desolate state, all had turned to rumble due to the bombings. She stopped in front of a small wooden door after walking for about a mile. It was unlocked, she pushed it open and entered.

I was raised with manners and etiquettes. I couldn’t just enter her house, uninvited, unannounced and obviously not without asking her permission first. So I did what I had to do. My curiosity was getting the better of me. I knocked on the door she had just disappeared behind.

“Min hadha?” a small voice asked from inside. I was long enough here to have acquired the arabic language.

“hal ‘astatie alhusul ealaa lahza ? ‘ana suhufi.” I replied. I told her I’m a journalist and asked for a moment of hers.

After a minute, the door opened. The same woman stood before me. Upon closer look, I estimated her age to be in her thirties, although her face was worn and tired from her hard life. She was covered from head to foot but her face was visible. I, in my knee length khakhi shorts and a white full sleeved shirt suddenly felt a bit awkward.

“Salam” I greeted her. She smiled and replied in English to my astonishment. “Salam, how may I help you?

“You speak English!” I exclaimed.

“Yes I learned it in school. You’d better come inside, its not safe to stay out.”

I followed her inside. She asked me to sit on a chair that was nearby and disappeared again inside. A took the opportunity to observe my surroundings. The house was furnished in the barest of manners. Only the most minimal things of need were there. A table, a couple of chairs, an old broken TV set. A tasbeeh, a copy of the Holy Quran and a few books were there on a shelf.

A minute later, she came back with a tray in her hands. There was a bowl of dates and a glass of water in it. I gladly accepted both as I was parched with thirst.

“My name is Isabel. What’s your name?” I asked her.

“Fatima. How may I help you?” she politely asked.

In this warzone, a country where innocents were dying left right and centre, I expected her to be a bit cautious of me and maybe a bit rude too. For days I had been hearing nothing but thr roar of warcrafts, loud noises of bombings, people crying and shrieking in pain and despair, and than suddenly there was a strange stillness after the air raids had stopped. The silence was unnerving. So her sweet gentle voice was music to my ears.

“You live alone?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, my husband died a year ago, just after our third anniversary. ” She replied.

“But isn’t it dangerous !” I asked,genuinely concerned.

“The only danger we face is from the skies, the earth is our mother, she never harms us. She envelops us in her bosom when we are tired and lets us sleep.”

I couldn’t help but agree. These people have been suffering so much for years.

“I saw you pick up bomb shells a while ago. What do you do with them?” I asked, no longer able to hold myself.

“Come… I’ll show you.”

She led me inside the house and out through another door. The view that met me there brought tears to my eyes and I felt my legs tremble. I was rendered speechless.

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There, before my eyes, was one of the most beautiful places on earth. It was a small garden. And everywhere, from the walls and ceiling and in the ground, grew beautiful flowers of shade pinks, reds, yellows and oranges. And not in any pots but in the empty bomb shells.

“My husband loved flowers, he would daily bring me flowers of different kinds amd colours. Seeing all the deaths around me, new born infants and old dying alike made me realise that life is unpredictable and very short. Whatever good we can do we must not waste time in doing it. Nothing is a waste for me. I loved recycling and reusing old things and beautifying them. My home was always decorated with the things I would make. I don’t know how much longer will I live. Will I survive the next time a bomb is dropped or not. No one but Allah knows.” she explained to me.

[image error]Oct. 2, 2013 – Ramallah, West Bank, Palestinian Territory – A Palestinian man waters a flowers planted in a tear gas canister in the village of Bilin, near the West Bank city of Ramallah, Oct. 2, 2013. The tear gas canisters were collected during years of clashes with Israeli security forces (Credit Image: © Issam Rimawi/APA Images/ZUMAPRESS.com)

We sat down on the two stools lying there.

“This earth is a beautiful place, but man has made it ugly with its crimes and atrocities. Before I breathe my last, I want to make this earth as beautiful as I can. These bomb shells are now a symbol of the crimes done to us and hope, as these flowers grow. Maybe all this will end one day and we’ll be able to live freely in a safe environment again, the sound of our children’s laughter echoing instead of their cries.”

I hugged her immediately. She who was suffering herself, who had seen so much blood shed was still an optimist. She held no bitterness but only love. She was the most beautiful flower amongst all the flowers there.

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The story is dedicated to the people of Palestine and Syria.

              Recently, I came across a wonderful post and I instantly fell in love with the idea. Saloni from Books And Stars had taken this amazing survey related to books called A-Z Survey and I thought, “Why not give it a try myself!” It was such a great fun and an enlightening experience for myself.

             Without further ado, let the fun begin:

Author you’ve read the most books from:

Nora Roberts

Best Sequel Ever:

Can only think of one right now (I’m not counting whole series of novels). It will be CAN LOVE HAPPEN TWICE by Ravinder Singh .

Currently Reading:

ZOYA by Danielle Steele

Dri ank of Choice While Reading:

Aaahh…ummm.. Nothing I guess. When I start reading, I get completely lost in the book and thus don’t feel any human needs or desires.

E–reader or Physical Book?

Duh! Definitely physical books… I just love the feel of book in my hand and that sound when you flick a page… and oh! that old book smell…

Although I do have to agree that e-books have their own advantages.

Fictional Character You Probably Would Have Actually Dated In High School:

Ned Nickerson (NANCY DREW Series) or Frank Hardy(HARDY BOYS Series) probably as I used to read them a lot when I was young. Even though I’m in love with so many literary characters but I just can’t imagine myself with anyone else in high school.

Glad You Gave This Book A Chance:

TABLE FOR FIVE by Susan Wiggs. (Will be doing it’s review soon)

Hidden Gem Book:

FINDING LAURA by Kay Hooper

Important Moment in your Reading Life:

When I started reading I guess.

Just Finished:

ON THE STREET WHERE YOU LIVE by Mary Higgins Clark (Re-reading).

Kinds of Books You Won’t Read:

Fanfics and self help guide maybe. Also, I’m not really into non-fiction.

Longest Book You’ve Read:

HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

Major book hangover because of:

HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS (I just couldn’t get over all the revelations and the injustice done to Professor Snape.)

Although Order of Phoenix and Half Blood Prince are also quite close in the run for this title as I mourned Sirius’s and Dumbledore’s death for weeks.

Number of Bookcases You Own: 

I don’t have book cases.. but I do have one whole room and one wall dedicated as library in my house.

One Book You Have Read Multiple Times:

Aah…hard to pick one.. I re-read every book that I like..there is HARRY POTTER of course, and then TWILIGHT SAGA. And just so many more. Can’t really pick one. Although I have read HP over 50-60 times. Memorized it actually.

Preferred Place To Read:

I always carry a book with me and start reading whenever I get  the chance. So answer will be Anywhere and everywhere

Quote that inspires you/gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read:

“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”

             -Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Reading Regret:

Haven’t read FAULT IN OUR STARS yet.

Series You Started And Need To Finish(all books are out in series):

LORD OF THE RINGS and HOUSE OF NIGHT 

Three of your All-Time Favorite Books:

Okay, so for this I’m excluding HP as it’s obviously on the top and I want to give other books a chance in this list

Nothing is waste if you’ve got the brains and just the right eye to see it! 

I had an old table calender and decided to reuse it as something more useful, for what use is an old calender for.

Viola! This photo frame came into being.

Materials Needed:

An old table calender
A thin cardboard like material.
One black chart paper ( for base)
One chart paper of any colour of your choice
Quilling strips

 

The Process

Step 1:

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Remove all the pages from the calender.

Step 2:

[image error]After removing the pages, cover the front of the calendar with black chart paper.

[image error]Cover its the back with the second chart paper that you have, different coloured one.

Step 3:

[image error]After you have covered the calendar, take the thin cardboard that you have and cut a frame border from it of  your choice. Here. I have cut out a geometric shape, kind of like a parallelogram.

Then cover this frame border from the colored chart paper that you, the one you used to cover the back with.

After you have done this, paste this frame on the photo frame base that you prepared from the old calendar from three sides. Leave either right or left side unpasted for photo to slide through.

Step 4:

[image error] Make designs out of your choice from the quilling strips.

Arrange and paste them in beautiful design on the photo frame.

If you don’t want to use quilling technique, you can always decorate the frame anyway you want. It’s entirely up to you.

Step 5:

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After you have decorated it according to your taste, your beautiful Photoframe is ready now.

Keep crafting.

And remember.. nothing is waste. Reuse, Reduce, Recycle… Save Environment.  

Someone to share with

Your daily laughter drug.

A shoulder to cry on

Or person to tightly hug.

To each, a friend may 

mean different things

But one thing’s for sure

Pure joy do they bring !

        ~ Areeba Nishat~

This week’s photo challenge was Friend. The first two things that came to my mind with this word( apart from my human friends, of course) were: A cup of tea and my cats.

There is nothing that a good hot cup of tea can’t cure. It is a friend indeed, forever there for you, whenever you need.

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Then there are my cuddly furry friends, my purrrrfect therapy for everything.

 

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