Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Prizes won!!!
At a recent crop that was awesome. Liz worked so hard at it. Thanks. There were tons of prizes and I was very lucky. I won two prizes. They are awesome, too!!!!
Bunny Card
This is another make and take we did at a recent crop. It is made from SU punches and die cuts. It is made from ovals and circle punches.. It is so adorable. Happy Easter everyone. 
Blossom Card
This was a make and take we did at a recent crop. The stamps and punch and all the materials are from SU. Just love that company!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Seashell Ornaments
Here are some angel ornaments I made from shells that I collected in the summer on our beach vacation. I just love the beach and combing for shells. We came home and I had tons of shells and decided I needed to do something crafty with them. Here is what I came up with. They are made from shells that I found plus a wooden head with some hair and a little ribbon bow and some ribbon to hang it with. Those winter snow days come in handy. I got a lot done then. They made awesome thank you gifts or ornaments. I have them for sale for $7.50 plus shipping. If you are interested please send me a message and let me know which one you want. They are really adorable in real life.
Monday, April 4, 2011
My Valentine Surprise
I know I'm really really late in posting this but trying to get caught up. Feb. and Mar. have been so busy at our household.
I feel so special!!!! and LOVED The mailman brought me a SURPRISE box from a dear friend of mine!!!!. At first I look at the box and think.... I don't think I ordered anything lately.... take the box and start home.... Then I look at the return address.... and got warm and fuzzy inside........ It was from LIZ.... Oh what a surprise!!!! Liz sent me a "teacher" mailbox that she did! and oh it was adorable.. I couldn't stop looking at it.. Of course it had CHOCOLATE in it too. and who doesn't chocolate and the cuties little cards, too. . I just love it. There was the darnest cuties little flower on the flag, too. . That flower is the cuties ever!!!!. How did you do that? I need to know!!! Thanks so much for thinking of me this Valentine's Day........ Thank You! Thank You!!!! Liz!!!! ' ''
You must check out her blog! http://www.marigoldscraftpage.blogspot.com/ She is so talented and creative!! What a great friend she is too!!! Thanks again. (and sorry Liz it took me so long in posting this.)
I feel so special!!!! and LOVED The mailman brought me a SURPRISE box from a dear friend of mine!!!!. At first I look at the box and think.... I don't think I ordered anything lately.... take the box and start home.... Then I look at the return address.... and got warm and fuzzy inside........ It was from LIZ.... Oh what a surprise!!!! Liz sent me a "teacher" mailbox that she did! and oh it was adorable.. I couldn't stop looking at it.. Of course it had CHOCOLATE in it too. and who doesn't chocolate and the cuties little cards, too. . I just love it. There was the darnest cuties little flower on the flag, too. . That flower is the cuties ever!!!!. How did you do that? I need to know!!! Thanks so much for thinking of me this Valentine's Day........ Thank You! Thank You!!!! Liz!!!! ' ''
You must check out her blog! http://www.marigoldscraftpage.blogspot.com/ She is so talented and creative!! What a great friend she is too!!! Thanks again. (and sorry Liz it took me so long in posting this.)
E-statement Poster
Here is a poster I made for a local bank. They are going green and had a great celebration last month. They asked me to make them a poster on a short notice. It did look great in their lobby with all the balloons and yummy cookies. 
My New Toy
I finally got a label maker! Now I have a label addiction!! Everything is labeled in our house. Maybe a little OCD! :) It so great to have uniform labels and know what I have in draws and containers without having to look inside them. If you don't have one, you need to invest in one. Love love it!!
Thanks
Here is a stamp set I won from Monique Griffith aabout a month or two ago. It is one of the stamps sets from My Pink Stamper. They are both awesome friends and so creative and talented. Check out their blogs if you haven't already. I'm sorry that I never posted it but have been so super busy with home improvement projects. I so appreciate the chance to win it. Thanks to Monique and to Robyn! Love you guys!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
April Fool's Snow 2011
Look what April Fool's Day brought!!! Very pretty but would rather have 70 degree weather like last year. This is taken at the highest point of Pennsylvania. Beautiful views there. 
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Quote from Susan Delay.
Just saw this posted over at SCS and had to share it on my blog. Its hilarious!!
DeLayed Reaction: March 27, 2011
Crimpers, Croppers, and Crop-a-diles
Copyright 2011, Susan DeLay
“Want to go to a crap party?” I hadn’t anticipated spending time with my sister, Jan in a game of chance or picking mushrooms for fun.
As it turns out, I heard her wrong. She said crop party. I conjured up visions of horse women in jodhpurs perched on English riding saddles, and riding crops tucked under their arms. Oh, and chips and guacamole because it’s not a party without snacks Wrong again. For blood relatives, Jan and I have very different ideas on a good time.
Apparently it wasn’t even a party—it was just a crop, which is more like a soiree…with pinking shears. Women of all ages (and an occasional token male), drag boxes of photographs and scary looking tools to a crop where they spend time preparing photographs for scrapbooks. By spending time, I mean hours.
Jan assured me this was a short crop—only four hours. Wait. Four hours is short? If four hours is a short time, then what is a long crop? Turns out it’s 12 hours. I kid you not. There are people who can spend 12 straight hours decorating pictures for scrapbooks. Have these people never heard of shoeboxes? (Tossing pictures into shoeboxes is my idea of scrapbooking.) After 12 hours spent slicing and dicing pictures, I would be ready to put a hole in my head. And it wouldn’t be difficult since hole punches are essential crop tools.
I can see why they dropped the word party from this Saturday night event. It’s much easier to justify spending hours with a box cutter or razor blade if you drop the word party. Saying “I’m going to a crop” sounds more like, “I’m off to work an eight-hour shift,” than “I’m off to play with pictures of our summer vacation.”
A crop is a cross between a baby shower and a home demonstration party—the kind where you can buy jewelry, plastic storage containers, skin care, or high-end cheese graters. Croppers seem like people who would let you cut in front of them in line at the grocery if you had nothing but a bag of pre-cut lettuce and a Diet Coke and they had 82 items and a folder full of coupons. Crappers, on the other hand, might not be so nice. But I digress.
Jan supported the rubber stamp end of the crop and her friend Janet was in charge of the scrapbooking part. Together they are Scrampers--a powerful alliance between the rubber stamp confederation and the scrapbooking consortium. I sat between them and added no value whatsoever. Sort of like the peanut butter filling between Nabisco cheese crackers.
To say Jan is a rubber stamper is like saying the Pope is sort of religious. Along every wall in her finished basement is shelving stocked with ribbons, markers, card stock, ink pads, glue, and, of course, dozens and dozens of wood-mounted, rubber art stamps. I’m certain I also saw a few one-pound bags of M&Ms--no doubt for medicinal purposes. Jan whipped out a chef’s apron that identified her as a professional stamper who no longer competes on an amateur level. I kept waiting for her to put on special stamping shoes, but those don’t exist—yet.
Wheeling in luggage-sized carriers, half a dozen paper-crimping, bone-folding-addicted women lugged their gear to the crop. All I brought was a pair of nail clippers, but I was only there to audit the class.
I expected to hear a starting pistol signifying the beginning of the four-hour event. Or an incantation like: Romper, Bomper, Stamper Boo. The official launch amounted to nothing more than the “pffft” sound a Tupperware container full of brownies makes when you open the lid. It was good enough for me.
Neophytes to the world of the scramper will gasp at the tools required to do the job right. The most impressive (and frightening) tool of the evening was the crop-a-dile. With pink handles and the jaws of a reptile, it punched eyelets and grommets into the sturdiest of materials—even metal trash cans.
While I have no idea why anyone would need to adorn a metal trash can with eyelets, someone somewhere has convinced crafters that life without the crop-a-dile is meaningless.
I’ll bet it’s the same people who were behind pet rocks.
DeLayed Reaction: March 27, 2011
Crimpers, Croppers, and Crop-a-diles
Copyright 2011, Susan DeLay
“Want to go to a crap party?” I hadn’t anticipated spending time with my sister, Jan in a game of chance or picking mushrooms for fun.
As it turns out, I heard her wrong. She said crop party. I conjured up visions of horse women in jodhpurs perched on English riding saddles, and riding crops tucked under their arms. Oh, and chips and guacamole because it’s not a party without snacks Wrong again. For blood relatives, Jan and I have very different ideas on a good time.
Apparently it wasn’t even a party—it was just a crop, which is more like a soiree…with pinking shears. Women of all ages (and an occasional token male), drag boxes of photographs and scary looking tools to a crop where they spend time preparing photographs for scrapbooks. By spending time, I mean hours.
Jan assured me this was a short crop—only four hours. Wait. Four hours is short? If four hours is a short time, then what is a long crop? Turns out it’s 12 hours. I kid you not. There are people who can spend 12 straight hours decorating pictures for scrapbooks. Have these people never heard of shoeboxes? (Tossing pictures into shoeboxes is my idea of scrapbooking.) After 12 hours spent slicing and dicing pictures, I would be ready to put a hole in my head. And it wouldn’t be difficult since hole punches are essential crop tools.
I can see why they dropped the word party from this Saturday night event. It’s much easier to justify spending hours with a box cutter or razor blade if you drop the word party. Saying “I’m going to a crop” sounds more like, “I’m off to work an eight-hour shift,” than “I’m off to play with pictures of our summer vacation.”
A crop is a cross between a baby shower and a home demonstration party—the kind where you can buy jewelry, plastic storage containers, skin care, or high-end cheese graters. Croppers seem like people who would let you cut in front of them in line at the grocery if you had nothing but a bag of pre-cut lettuce and a Diet Coke and they had 82 items and a folder full of coupons. Crappers, on the other hand, might not be so nice. But I digress.
Jan supported the rubber stamp end of the crop and her friend Janet was in charge of the scrapbooking part. Together they are Scrampers--a powerful alliance between the rubber stamp confederation and the scrapbooking consortium. I sat between them and added no value whatsoever. Sort of like the peanut butter filling between Nabisco cheese crackers.
To say Jan is a rubber stamper is like saying the Pope is sort of religious. Along every wall in her finished basement is shelving stocked with ribbons, markers, card stock, ink pads, glue, and, of course, dozens and dozens of wood-mounted, rubber art stamps. I’m certain I also saw a few one-pound bags of M&Ms--no doubt for medicinal purposes. Jan whipped out a chef’s apron that identified her as a professional stamper who no longer competes on an amateur level. I kept waiting for her to put on special stamping shoes, but those don’t exist—yet.
Wheeling in luggage-sized carriers, half a dozen paper-crimping, bone-folding-addicted women lugged their gear to the crop. All I brought was a pair of nail clippers, but I was only there to audit the class.
I expected to hear a starting pistol signifying the beginning of the four-hour event. Or an incantation like: Romper, Bomper, Stamper Boo. The official launch amounted to nothing more than the “pffft” sound a Tupperware container full of brownies makes when you open the lid. It was good enough for me.
Neophytes to the world of the scramper will gasp at the tools required to do the job right. The most impressive (and frightening) tool of the evening was the crop-a-dile. With pink handles and the jaws of a reptile, it punched eyelets and grommets into the sturdiest of materials—even metal trash cans.
While I have no idea why anyone would need to adorn a metal trash can with eyelets, someone somewhere has convinced crafters that life without the crop-a-dile is meaningless.
I’ll bet it’s the same people who were behind pet rocks.
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