Get a Jump on Your Jingle
This past Saturday I held my very first holiday open house under the
psychic compulsion of Shelli Gardner (may she live forever), which I
called "Get a Jump on Your Jingle" in order to indoctrinate more people
into the cult of SU! Are you a demo yet? We got a speccciiaalllll!!!
You know you want it, c'mon!!! You will be assimilated, resistance is futile...
ANYWAY...I
assemblied all kinds of objects with a psychic resonance which would
compel those attending to order in mass quantities, all with a holiday
theme. And I did have 5 people come, 4 of whom ordered, so it must have
worked to a point...just not to the mass quantity point. I think there
was a dampening field generated by the banks of these ladies...or maybe
their husbands. However, it was lots of fun and more profitable than
most of the open houses I have had, so I will make it an annual event.
Assuming I'm still a demo next year, if my husband has not decided to
have me deprogrammed.
I spent all of Friday evening assembling these objects, so naturally did not get around to designing a make and take for attendees until Saturday, two hours before show time! I fiddled around with a couple of ideas and finally came up with this, in my favorite color scheme:
We learned to do a card like this at our major indoctrination event of the year, CONVENTION, in the center of the known universe, Salt Lake City, where I got to again meet my cult-mistress, Shelli Gardner (may she live forever) and she *hugged me.* I'll pause to let that sink in.
Here she is with me...she is really quite a wonderfully nice person. I thought about not washing after this event, but consideration for my convention roomate made me change my mind. For another thing, Shelli actually touched my shirt, not me. I thought about not washing the shirt, putting it in a glass case for all eternity, but then I'd have to explain to people just WHY I had the shirt in the case and I don't think, for some reason, that they would GET IT.
Of course, this isn't the first time I'd met Shelli Gardner (may she live forever.) Here we are in Toronto:
And I even saw Shelli (may she live forever) just last month in Lansing...but I decided to be magnaminous and let others get their picture taken with her. And I thought she might just say, "YOU AGAIN?!?!?" Well, no I didn't...but it sounded good when I typed it the first time. My camera batteries had actually failed long before. Dang camera batteries.
ANYWAY, as you can see by the insert in the card photo above, by slightly offseting the Riveting piece (mounted on a dimensional) so that it overlaps the notch in the card front, you can tuck the cardfront behind the the Riveting piece, holding it closed. The card we did at CONVENTION, in Salt Lake City, center of the known universe, actually was done 180 degrees the other way; the tuck was at the top and the front of the card opened like a drawbridge. Very cute, but I like this better.
Before this card, I had messed around with this one:
I like it, but it was too fussy...you have to line up the different pieces of cardstock (four 4 1/4" squares scored down the middle and woven together) exactly right or it will not close properly.
And while my customers were looking at the objects of psychic resonance or shopping in THE BOOK, I messed around with a new color combination and got this; a card which refuses to be fancy, no matter what I tried to do to fancy it up. Sometimes, you just gotta stamp.












