This week's teaparty is all about non-girly cards and teapots and something about helping a teapot maker get is goove back or reconnect with his manly man side. I read the plans, create, and promptly forget the details most times but no one cares because at the teaparty there are no real rules!
This one is off to Sol who needs some more sunshine in his life.
I am also slipping this in under the wire on CCEE1229 - to use two border punches.
PT - 8
Date: Wednesday, July 25, 2012 GMT Views: 1113
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Registered: April 14, 2009 Location: in my own little PINK sparkly world Posts: 12150
Wed, Jul 25, 2012 @ 7:37 AM
woweee...GF this is gorgeous...love all the layers and colors you used....and a perfect sentiment that I need to remember more often....this is perfect for the party this week...thx so much for joining us
Registered: May 18, 2008 Location: Virginia Posts: 24623
Wed, Jul 25, 2012 @ 11:16 AM
Great sentiment Sis; however, The Passing of Time seems to be going a tad bit faster as I get slower. What's the deal with that? Your card is fantastic and put together as only you can. Hopefully, I can get a card uploaded soon after I figure out how to crop the photos of my cards since getting the new computer and new program. Nothing to write home about, but it is a THEME so to speak, so I'm tryin' so hard to be like you!
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Registered: October 21, 2010 Location: in the okanagan in b.c. canada Posts: 13012
Wed, Jul 25, 2012 @ 1:00 PM
So neat. Love the papers and the font with the lovely sentiment. Like your idea with raising that part of the sentiment and the little spring...wonderful job, with so many pretty details....oh thats what it is too...lol...there is also bling on it...Yah... will be enjoyed so by Sol and Gypsy...:0)...TFs
------------------------------ We as people are raindrops of colorful ink , falling down Crisp and Clear, each a different shade more vibrant then the last, but once we realize at the bottom of an endless abyss we all fall into the same inkpot forming one color, only then can we come together as one My son.