Welcome back. I don't have a new card this week, but I did run across a card that I made a few weeks back and forgot to post. How fortunate! This is a cutie patootie penned by Mo Manning for Penny Black Stamps and it is part of a clear set called "Ahoy". I made this card as a store sample for The Hen House Paperie. We still have a few of these sets available if you want to pop in and pick one up. There are just not enough cute boy images out there, but this one definitely fits the bill.
Okay, that was the card portion of my post, now onto the deeper more thought-provoking part. Actually, there is no "deeper", "thought-provoking part", just my cheesy attempt to reel you in and force you to listen to my tale of woe. Are you ready?
During the life span of my blog, I have written over 600 posts. WOW! Sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Now, I know there are other bloggers out there who can easily boast twice, triple or even quadruple times that number in posts, but they are obviously overachievers and have not received an invitation to my pity party. Tonight as I scrolled back through some of my older ramblings, I came to a jarring realization...I have lost it. No, not my mind, but rather my "funny". Don't get me wrong, I was never hilariously funny like Steve Martin or David Sedaris, but I occasionally managed to jot down a few choice words in a particular order that might elicit a small chuckle if the timing was right and the moon was full. Not anymore. Heck, I don't even try.
When I posted a card, I used to interject random musings and share some of the more absurd moments of my life. Now I don't bother. I cut and paste a prefab post onto the screen outlining the details of my project and call it a day. If I do bother to summon up the brain power to add my own personal touch, it resembles a crafty caveman's incoherent ramblings..."me color Copic, me cut cut, me make card...bye-bye".
Here's how I know I've lost it...even my mother doesn't read my posts anymore. Yep. It's true. I can tell by the comments she leaves, she already knows that I'm not adding anything original, so she basically does what every good mother is expected to do and gently pats me on the head and says "that's nice dear". Isn't she bound by some sort of Maternal DNA Contract to slog through my posts even if she knows they're the same every time? Watch...I'll conduct an experiment to prove she's not reading them. I'll post a silly, nonsensical statement about her that would normally get her attention and then we'll see if she acknowledges it in the comment she leaves. Hmmm, what should it be....? How about...my mother used to be the Queen of France, but her royal obligations cut into her crafty time, so she gave it all up to spend more time with her buddies Tim Holtz, Wendy Vecchi, and Penny Black. Heehee! Let's see what happens ;D
What exactly does all this mean? It means I have been a bad blogger, at times even boring myself. Let's face it, MOST times even boring myself! It means I need to find my "funny" much like a golfer needs to find his swing or a crafty diva needs to find her mojo. It means that right now, I suck, and I must learn to suck less. That's a pretty lofty goal, but I'm gonna try before I fully lose the ability to form complete sentences or correctly spell words consisting of more than 3 letters. Wish me luk! Darn it! It's already happening ;)
Signing off! Until next time, stay crafty!