Every. Single. One. of my family members makes cards for each other. Except me. Or at least I didn't for a long time.
{I like to think of myself as fairly well organized but cards always managed to be an uber last-minute thought. Sometimes an after-the-minute thought...} Until I found out that all those tear-jerking, sentimental notes I scribed into the witty, Target-purchased cards were relegated to the circular file, destined for the recycling plant after the fact. How
dare they! Their response was a shrug and "then make your cards..." Heartless I tell ya...
heartless. Needless to say, I began making the cards. One big reason I never made cards was that I thought to myself "I'm not an illustrator like Mom or Joe or a photographer like Dad, the only thing I can draw are
fashion croqui's and
technical flats. I can't draw that on a card."
So I bought them. Then I found the wonderful world of craft paper and how to manipulate it.....