Ah, yes, a trip to the Elementary School Wax Museum to see my nephew portraying Indiana poet James Whitcomb Riley. The assignment was to choose a famous Hoosier and portray his/her life in a wax museum. The portrait page of this layout is inspired by the sketch over at Stuck on U Sketches. There are still a few more days to play this sketch if you are interested!
The embellishments were cut on the Cricut from these cartridges: Heritage and Art Philosophy. I inked, stamped, etc.CTMH stamps include: Distressed Backgrounds, Sweet and Lovely, and Universal Backgrounds.
I've included the 2nd page of my LO so you can see all the fun at the Wax Museum! ; ) The sign below was cut from Art Philosophy and the letters were printed using the writing feature on the Cricut.
Most of the papers are from CTMH. I threw in a couple of scraps from my stash.
Now I leave you with a little poetry by James Whitcomb Riley. When you grown up in Indiana, you learn this poem!
Little Orphant Annie
Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay, An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away, An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep, An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep; An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about, An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you Ef you Don’t Watch Out! Onc’t they was a little boy wouldn’t say his prayers,-- So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs, His Mammy heerd him holler, an’ his Daddy heerd him bawl, An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wasn’t there at all! An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press, An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout-- An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out! An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin, An’ make fun of ever’one, an’ all her blood an’ kin; An’ onc’t, when they was “company," an’ ole folks was there, She mocked ‘em an’ shocked ‘em, an’ said she didn’t care! An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side, An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘fore she knowed what she’s about! An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out! An’ little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue, An’ the lamp-wick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo! An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray, An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- You better mind yer parents, an’ yer teachers fond an’ dear, An’ churish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear, An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about, Er the Gobble-uns’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out!