'Ironing snowflakes' . . .

, , , is not a phrase that normally comes to mind in winter, but here we go.  It's winter, and I'm ironing snowflakes.

It started with my realization that it was fast nearing the end of November, and I'd not yet designed a Christmas card, never mind made any of the two dozen or so that are required.

This meant that I was under the gun for an idea, and even more so for the execution.  Of course, my go-to for any paper project is gel prints, given the stack of them I always have on hand.  Since childhood, one of my favourite winter pastimes has been to cut snowflakes, so combining the two thoughts was a no-brainer.

Enter my scissors, three or four sizes of gel-print squares, and the diagnosis of a rotator cuff injury which obligated me to do nothing in the way of housework for the foreseeable future, and there I was with a leaning-like-Pisa pile of cut snowflakes.

Folded and bent to the max, they needed a light touch with the iron before stage two could commence.

Not only the snowflakes are beautiful, though - the remainder of the squares from which they're cut are very interesting.  I've always been a fan of  'the space between', so I've carefully saved the outsides and ironed them as well.  And I've saved the teeny-tiny bits of pretty paper cutouts too, because - artist, -right?

And then it occurred to me that my painted dryer sheets might be a possibility instead of paper, so there's a pile of them started too.

I'm truly glad that no other options have hit my brain (yet), or I'd be cutting snowflakes from concrete and then ironing that!  We artists are very strange people, are we not?

Anyway, I'm sure I'll get to the point of actually making these cards, if I can just. stop. cutting. these. snowflakes.  

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Please, somebody send help!