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Friday with Sallie



Craft rooms

Craft Rooms

Dear Fellow Crafters,

As we sort and organize, we dream of new organizers and maybe rooms for all our creative treasures. Here are some from Pinterest that have caught my eye.

. Sallie

Lots of storage!
Lots of storage!
Craft room
Craft room

Craft room


New Crafting tools

Dear Fellow Crafters,

If you are anything like me, when I see a new crafting tool on the market, I have to view it and think of ways I can use it! So, suffice it to say, when I read that Sizzix had come up with a new machine, I had to go and review it.

Sizzix Big Shot Express

The Sizzix Big Shot Express drops the crank handle (we all know and love) and uses a push button instead for easier cutting and embossing. The coloring of the machine is gray and white to distinguish it from the others in the line, and works with all the library of images EXCEPT Bigz Plus and Bigz Pro dies. The price is approximately $230.00. There is more information of the Sizzix site along with directions. I would imagine that for those crafters who suffer from carpal tunnel or other hand/arm/shoulder ailments, would be clamoring at their local craft store for a viewing of the latest and greatest dye cutter.

I haven’t bought it yet as I am quite happy with my  Big Shot and would have to re-arrange my craft room again to accommodate both. Although, my next post on craft rooms may hold the key to that dilemma!

‘Til next time,



I love you

Dear Fellow Crafters,

I have always thought that this “poem” expressed it all on Valentine’s Day. I was written long ago by Roy Croft and is entitle, “I love you”.

I love you, not only  for what you are but for what I am when I am with you.

I love you not only for what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out; I love you for putting your hands into my heaped-up heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can’t help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.

I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a temple; out of works of my every day not a reproach but a song.

I love you because you have done more that any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.

You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means after all.

Dedicated to my husband.