Or the ATC that made me say things I would be embarrassed for you to hear me say.
The items I received were...
a ticket
a blue paper flower {@%$#@!}
a velvet leaf
a metal butterfly brad
a vintage scrap image
(and the bag it all came in, which was held closed with the pearl stick pin)
And here it is all finished.
The scrap image reminded me of a vintage hankie I had, so out that came to become the base for the front of the card. I hand sewed the hankie piece to a bit of white pillowcase fabric. I then placed the scrap and the leaf and proceeded to stop dead in my tracks.
It was the blue flower that stopped me.
I stared at it and stared at it.
I held it, I touched it, I spoke to it.
It just stared silently back at me.
I accidentally pulled the stem loose.
OH!
I flipped the card over...

I twirled the stem up a bit. Wrote on the back of the ticket. Stuck those two items down and poked the butterfly brad through the pillowcase fabric. I flipped the card back over and stopped dead again.
I pondered and pondered and pondered.
And then I channeled my friend Nina. I took that blue flower and proceeded to drown it in bleach. And it turned a not too bad shade of peach...
but clashed terribly with the golden yellow of the hankie. So back to pondering.
Wait! I have some golden yellow embossing powder!
I used it. And my peach flower turned a sooty sort of yellow. No good.
So I put more embossing powder on it and as I was heating it up for a second time, I noticed an odd odor in the house.
It took me a moment and then I realized... my blue, bleached peach, embossed to sooty yellow paper flower was charring.
Yup. But at least I now knew why it was a sooty yellow. All I had left up my sleeve was paint. So I painted it. However Mellow Yellow didn't look right with goldenrod yellow.
And as I was about to have a tantrum and hurl that little paper flower across the room, it dawned on me that I didn't need to actually use the flower. I had already used the stem... and that counts! I also realized I had the perfect vintage, velvet, yellow posies sitting in a box just a reach away.
And that is the story of ATC No. 3.