My Craft Passions .......
Okay there are things in life that are important, then there are things in life that are important enough to make one know with out these things, life would cease to exist......Stamping and Scrapbooking are two of these things !!!!!
My husband insists there is a demon living inside me that makes me want and buy anything that has to do with Rubber stamping. I used to be a Pampered Chef Consultant for 5 years, because I loved to cook, but I gave all that up last year.
Still love to cook and eat, but could probably go for days without food if I was Stamping.
I became a "Close to My Heart" consultant so I could support my obsessive habit.
I have dragged all my friends into my stamping world (just ask them). I spend vacation time in strange cities looking for the nearest Rubber stamp or scrapbook store.
Is there help for such an individual as myself, if so, do not tell me I love my life as it is.
I have informed all my girlfriends that in the event anything happens to me, to please place a condolence visit to my house. Tell my husband they need a moment of silence in my craft room, to reflect on past good times. (Kate, Cathy, Susan, Jodie to name a few) While they are in there, to clean out all my stamps, paper, embellishments etc, because if my husband even places a guess as to what I have invested in my craft room, he will dig me up, beat me black and blue and put me back in the ground.
Before I leave this world I will apologize to all my friends who have been lured into my world by their friendship with me. (Kate that means you). But in case there is anyone left out there that I have not enticed into this fabulous world, please place comments to this blog and I will be happy to lead you down the path of the rubber stamping world !!!!!!!!! Stay tuned for examples of my passion in life.....


1 Comments:
What's a little trigger thumb and carpal tunnel between friends? Extreme scrapbooking injuries happen. And if Dave ever found out how much money has gone into MY craft room, he would KILL me, bury me, dig me up, beat me black and blue, and not bother to replant me. Like I care... I'll be dead. Better start working on my own memorial cards soon.
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