Mr Mojo re-enters the building

This is the very first time in over 6 years of daily crafting that I have ever experienced a spell of not playing with my supplies, for almost 2 weeks I have been wondering if my mojo had left for good.


Luckily ( for my sanity and for my business) it turns out my mojo was simply enjoying a brief holiday and has come back refreshed and bursting with the need to delve deep within my stash.


Arriving home from work this afternoon I felt the desire to unleash my new found inspiration to create a soft and feminine card.





I used papers from the Je T'adore range by Making Memories and a lovely sparkled bloom from Prima, all available in my shop. The punches are a variety from Martha Stewart and EK Success, Stampin' Up products were used for the sentiment and for the floral detailing around the perimeter of the tag.





As I attached each decorated border, I added some small 3D foam squares to give the bottom edge of each strip just a teensy lift. All edges have been inked with Malted Mauve Versamagic.


I have also been busy finishing my ATC's for this months Stampman ATC swap, the theme for which was friendship. I seriously toyed with the idea of adding a little photo of each of my closest crafting friends who also play along in the swap, but the look of horror on Anita's face persuaded me otherwise.





The papers are Graphic 45 which I purchased a little while ago in Tilly's, I couldn't resist a little fussy cutting and added some cute bunnies, which were stickled for a little glitz. The monogram stamp is one by Stampin' Up, as is the friendship text background.





In keeping with the ATC theme, I will leave you with a friendship poem by Elizabeth Jennings

Such love I cannot analyse;

It does not rest in lips or eyes,

neither in kisses nor caress.

Partly, I know, it's gentleness.

And understanding in one word

or in brief letters. It's preserved

by trust and by respect and awe.

These are the words I'm feeling for.

Two people, yes, two lasting friends.

The giving comes, the taking ends.

There is no measure for such things.

For this all nature slows and sings.