The Day I Left Home & Emboss Resist Technique

The day I left home, it was 1981; I was 24 and married for almost three months.  No, my husband and I did not live with my parents after our marriage.  I did.  My husband was an active duty Army officer stationed in Germany and he had been in Germany for the entire year prior to our wedding.  I lived in Ohio and I was finishing my last year of college.  He came home on leave one week before the wedding.  The day before our wedding, I was commissioned a second Lieutenant in the Army through the ROTC program at my university.    After a two-week honeymoon in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida in the middle of December (we were married Dec. 20), we arrived back at my parents’ home in Ohio and spent another week together before he was back off to his assignment in Germany.   In February of 1981, I finally left home for Ft. Gordon, GA on my own for a three-month Signal Officer’s Basic Course.  I did not reunite with my husband again until late May or early June of that same year.

The morning I drove out of my parent’s drive was gray and chilly.  The weather definitely DID NOT match my spirits.  I was exhilarated!  I was finally going to be out on my own.  There was nothing my mother could do to stop me now!  I was leaving home “the right way.”  My mother’s words…not mine.

My mother was “old school”.  Born in Italy in 1931 and raised a Roman Catholic, she spent a lifetime mastering the fine art of “feeling guilty”.  She immigrated into the United States at the age of 15, and lived with her parents until she married my father when she was 23.   As I grew up, I was always told that being married and having children was the ultimate thing to experience, and if I did, I would not want for more.  Or….SHOULDN ‘T want for more.  On the few occasions I expressed a desire to be out on my own “without” a husband,   I was threatened with disownment.  I was told that if I did that, I couldn’t count on my parents for any kind of help if I ever needed it.  So, I lived at home.  Telling my parents I was joining the Army was a harrowing experience, to say the least.  It is a story in itself, so I won’t go into it here.  I’ll leave it for another time.  Lucky for me, it was the military that introduced me to my first husband, so when I finally did leave home, it was with full parental (mostly maternal) blessing.  My father always followed my mother’s lead.

Adrenaline was running high through my veins the morning I left.  I was ready for the two-day drive alone.  As I kissed my mother and father good bye, Daddy’s last words to me were, “It’s not too late to change your mind, you know.  You can still fly.”

“No, Daddy.  I am doing this, “and I pulled out into the street.  I turned and waved good-bye.  I haven’t been back to live since.  I’ve been home many times to visit.  And since my children have grown up and are out on their own, I often wonder what my life would be like had I chosen to move back home after my divorce.  I sometimes grow nostalgic for the smells of Northeastern Ohio in the summer where I grew up.  I get hungry for Handel’s Homemade Ice Cream that originated in my hometown.  I sometimes yearn for the close companionship of my extended family on a more regular basis and wonder…will I ever move back?

I still have my mother.  She turned 83 years old this past May.  She is a remarkable woman.  Unfortunately, I lost my father in 2004.  As my mother has aged, she has become more and more progressive.  I love her dearly.  I strive to be like her every day.

Here is my project for this week.  I am using one of my favorite stamp sets again…Kinda Eclectic.

Kinda Eclectic Emboss Resist - 2

I used the emboss resist technique on this card.  What’s that?  Well, I am gonna tell  you!.. 🙂

Using a Versa Mark ink pad, I stamped the image I wanted to emboss.  In this case, it was the sun burst from the Kinda Eclectic stamp set.  I then sprinkled Crushed Curry embossing powder over it and heated it with my heat tool.

Then, I used a sponge and Lost Lagoon ink and sponged over the embossed image, drying to get the color to fade off into a lighter shade in the bottom right corner.  When I finished sponging, I wiped the embossed image off with a piece of tissue to remove the excess ink.  And there you go…the ink does not adhere to the embossed image.  I think this turned out kinda sweet, don’t you?

I hope you enjoyed your visit here today and the time you spent reading my ramblings.  Hope it wasn’t too boring.  Until next time…

Happy Stamping!


Kinda Eclectic Emboss Resist - 1

Not a Diplomat

I am not always diplomatic.

Most people that don’t KNOW me probably think I am a WITCH with a capital “B”.  The people that do know me will tell you that sometimes I can be. Just ask my husband.  What woman isn’t when she feels she has been treated unjustly or wronged in some way? I am sure the people that don’t know me well think I am this way because I have a tendency to be aloof until I begin to feel comfortable around whomever I am associating at the time. That’s a fault I have. However, the people who do know me will tell you that I am a kind person. I am a good person. I am a generous person. I am a moral person. I can also be funny. But, I am not always diplomatic.

I have more faults than one person deserves! Another of my faults is that I bottle the feelings I have until I cannot hold them in any longer, and then I explode like an ugly vomit that just will not stop. I will tell it like it is, and I can be less than diplomatic when I am telling it. Nevertheless, I believe I HAVE gotten better as I have grown older. I have strived to become more like my mother and father as I’ve aged. My father never said much, but when he did, he always hit the nail right on the head and said exactly how things were. He spoke the truth, no matter how hard it was to hear for the person that was hearing it. He could on occasion be tactless. That’s where I get it. My mother has always been the opposite. She has always been able to “keep her mouth shut”, but speaks up when something needs to be said. So, she was just like my father; although, she always had more sensitivity in how she comes across to the other person.

I used to feel bad when I would speak my mind. Even if I was tactful in the speaking, I would feel bad. I felt bad because I was afraid it would make the people to whom I was speaking my mind feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. The truth hurts, you know. I know, because I have been hurt by it on many occasions. Now, at my age…I do not feel bad anymore for speaking my mind, because there is nothing wrong with telling people how you are feeling or have felt. I still do not want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and I strive to be diplomatic. However, sometimes I just am not! L In addition, I have realized that if what I am saying makes another feel bad, that is THEIR problem. Do not get me wrong, I would never INTENTIONALLY be mean to someone. Perhaps that was why other’s perception of me has always mattered. I do not want others to think I am a big meany head! That is not who I am. If a person thinks I am a bad person for speaking my mind, I have learned, that is also THEIR problem. If I don’t stand up for me, who will? I will even speak my mind when the “standing up” will not benefit me. We should all “stand up” when necessary because our “standing up” might make it better for someone else. And, if my lack of diplomacy makes a person feel bad, I am sorry for that! That’s my “bad”!

Now you know that I can sometimes be less than diplomatic.

I know I haven’t imparted any new pearls of wisdom here. You have to admit, though, I had to write about something. If you can think of a topic, I am always open to suggestions. .

Oh, and I can be sarcastic too…but that’s another blog entry.

Here’s today’s project.

Starburst Thank You-1

Starburst Thank You-2

A word about the card.  I made it by cutting the star bursts out of the white card stock and placing a piece of  the designer series paper underneath the white.  I attached the dsp flat onto the card base and used dimensionals to pop up the white piece.  The vellum piece is stuck on flat, and glue dots are used to attach everything else.

I hope you enjoyed your visit here today.  Until next time…

Happy Stamping!



Time Flies! Plus a Tutorial

I can’t believe it has been over a month since I was last here to write to you and show you what I’ve been working on.  WOW!  A lot has happened in the last month.  My family was here to visit (Mom, sister, and brother-in-law).  They were here from Ohio for two weeks.  Then I went to convention in Salt Lake City.  Then just four days after getting back from SLC, my husband and I went back Ohio and Pennsylvania where we are both from for two weeks.  We just got back on August 9th.  I spent last week TRYING to get into my stamp room and then finally over the weekend I did.

While we were visiting back east, we had the opportunity to visit Lancaster, PA where my husband is originally from.  I love that part of the country.  It is beautiful and the home to  of what he calls the Pennsylvania Dutch (Amish).   We visited the Lancaster Central Market which celebrated its 200th anniversary this year.  We were fortunate in that it was open when we were there.  It is only open a few days of the week and sometimes when we go back we miss it.   Plus, while we visited his sister, brother-in-law, and brother treated us to a Maryland Blue Crab feast!   OH MY GOD!  I ate sooooo much.  It was delicious.

Also, we managed to get a visit in at the wineries in the Finger Lake Region of New York.  We were in Hammondsport, New York to be exact.  My sister and her husband have been visiting that part of the country for the past 30 years. It is “their” spot, and they were kind enough to show my husband and I around.  It is amazing how many people from this part of the country that have never heard of The Finger Lakes.  Makes me wonder where they were in their social studies class when they were in school.  Maybe because I was born in Pennsylvania and I grew up in Ohio it was just a part of the country that I was inherently familiar with.  🙂  One of the wineries we visited was Bully Hill.  It was my first time there, but I had heard about Bully Hill Winery a bazillion years ago when I took an advertising class at Youngstown State University while working on my undergraduate degree.  My brother-in-law had the same instructor for the same class.  She had us do a full-blown advertising campaign for the Bully Hill Winery as  a class assignment.  He first visited the winery over thirty years ago.  I finally had my chance.  It was fun, and the wine was delicious!   We visited many other wineries and tasted a lot of other wines too.  But Bully Hill has special meaning.

I have a couple of things to share with  you.  The first is a card using a stamp set from the Holiday Mini Catalog which goes on-line next week on August 28.  I can only show you the card.  I got the idea for it from the most recent Stampin’ Success magazine.  It’s a combination of two projects that appear in the magazine.  The name of the stamp set is For All Things.

For All Things - 1I just love the colors I used.  Don’t you?  The colors are Marina Mist, Crushed Curry, Rose Red, and Soft Suede.  I would have never thought myself to put these colors together.

This next card is done using the same colors, but I used the stamp set called Amazing Birthday.  It can be found in the current Annual Catalog.

Amazing Birthday -1

Finally, I want to share the gift I made for my room-mate at convention this year.  I meant to do this a few weeks ago, but you know how that goes.  I’ve included the link for the tutorial to make this box along with links for diagrams for the lid and bottom.  I call this a Convention Survival Kit.


Convention Pillow Gift 1-2014

Convention Pillow Gift 2-2014

Convention Pillow Gift 3-2014

Hope you enjoyed your stop here today.  Until next time…

Happy Stamping!