I am very lucky. Hattie gave me a die cutter and at the weekend we may have purchased one or two dies – in the sale I hasten to add, just in case Archie or HWIOO are reading this. I had a lovely weekend creating paper penguins and a striking Olaf snowman. I thought I had it all under control when I arrived home, little did I realise that rather like an infection the desire to create from card and paper was fermenting in my head.
It started mildly enough. I made gift bags for the Little Madams’ Easter presents and then I thought, “I know what. I’ll make them each a card.” This necessitated making nine Easter bunnies from the die shown in the image in this post – six looking forwards and three with fluffy cotton tails. So far so straight forward.
Could someone tell me why, when I needed nine bunnies I have cut and assembled twenty-four in various shades of brown, pink and cream? It wasn’t as though I had nothing else to do. There was paperwork for next term, paperwork for this term, six thousand words and a synopsis to write, research for the next two day schools. There are one or two weeds in the garden, housework to be done and novels to be written. My only consolation is that HWIOO slept through the whole thing.
I also have a very nice tin filled with various letters of the alphabet, a box labelled “Easter,” with the dies and some spare parts neatly bagged and stowed. The utility room has a fine layer of multi-coloured confetti that I need to sweep up and I have a little list of useful things that I need to lay hands upon – like teeny-tiny googlie eyes.
Hattie, if you’re reading this, your work is done. I have been infected with die-cutting mania. Next time you visit, HWIOO may be carried out of the house on a tsunami of hand crafted cards when he answers the front-door.