My blog is now up & running, although I will probably need tweaks here and there....basically, it looks like I want it to look. So for my first Tag that's a product of my own work to post, it is fitting that it happens to be for my own birthday which falls in October on the 18th. While that was my inspiration for making four more for other 'Fellow Pumpkins' in our group of close friends (better known as 'The Chickstas' as we call ourselves- which I'll explain at some point on this blog) whose birthdays also fall (hehe) in the month of October.
T!m Holtz's tag was a technique showing off the Distress Glitter. And here is where he and I part ways on the Crafty Road....I absolutely detest glitter. Ok, that sounds kinda strange coming from a girl. But ever since I was little, I see glitter as being an ugly-cheapo-cheesey kind of....what's the word we used to use before "bling" came along...??....."glitzy"...??? So, there ya go. While I will admit to the draw that the Distress Glitter COLOR did for my eyes, I am still put off by it. I will also admit that looking through his technique, I was drawn in by the fact that it can be SHADED or played down by using Distress Inks (which I'm crazy over!) around the edges. That said, it makes me ....just a TINY BIT....wanna give it a try. So next time I am near any of it on my next shopping excursion - provided they have some neutral shades of color stocked of it - I will give the Distress Glitter a fair try. Until then, you will not find even one grain of glitter in my home. ICKEY-POOEY! (shuddering)
So, I did the next-closest technique to the glitter-thing; embossing powder. Other than that, I stayed true to the rest of his techniques used in the October Tag. Seeing that I love playing with numbers (that's the closest you will get me to saying I like any part of the Honors Math my kids are gifted at), I decided to make my cut elements and background stamps pertain to the numbers found on a calendar or in time. That's kind of a hoot when you think about "Lyla and TIME" in the same sentence. I am ALWAYS LATE- almost to a point of OCD with it. I'll hopefully be late for my own funeral and eulogy. Oh well.