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Inchie Swap -- Ravens

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Inchie Swap -- Ravens
Swap Coordinator:snarkystitches (contact)
Swap categories: Art  Handmade  Inchies 
Number of people in swap:8
Location:International
Type:Type 3: Package or craft
Rating requirement:4.90
Last day to signup/drop:February 15, 2011
Date items must be sent by:February 28, 2011
Number of swap partners:2
Description:

Make 3 inchies for 2 partners (6 inchies total) with a raven theme.

You need to make three different designs, just doubles of the design so that each partner will get 3 unique inchies (not three of the same).

Senders choice.

Please mount the inchies to a sturdy cardstock so they are not injured in transit.

You may use the bird as your inspiration, or Edgar Allen Poe's poem:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered,tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, Sir,' said I,or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely,' said I,surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said,art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said,Nevermore.'.........................

There's more to the poem, but you get my gist.

Any medium/style you choose --

embroidered, handcarved stamp, drawn, charcoal, photography.

must be 1 inch x 1 inch

I will angel if necessary, but will out flakers on the public forums.

I hope to make this a series, we'll see how this one goes! :)

Any questions let me know!

Happy Swapping!

Discussion

doublesided 02/ 1/2011 #

Love Inchies, Love Ravens Im in!!

snarkystitches 02/ 1/2011 #

Hooray!!!! :)

snarkystitches 02/ 1/2011 #

I would also like to politely point out please do not send inchies of Raven Simone. I'm sure she is a nice enough person, but if my daughter sings the theme to "that's so Raven" one more time I'm gonna pull my hair out! ;)

Marryth 02/ 2/2011 #

The swap says one partner but description says two - I'm assuming it's two? :)

snarkystitches 02/ 2/2011 #

Whoops! Thanks @Marryth Got it fixed!

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