I sincerely hope you're not sick of Smooch, and I want to remind you up front on this post that almost all these cards and techniques can be done without Smooch by substituting other inks or paints you might very well have on hand.
Of course, I won't judge you if you run right out and buy all the Smooch you can find, but it's not necessary that you do so. Unless it is. In which case, you have my permission.
My point with all these smoochy cards is that you can and likely should use--well and truly use--your supplies, whatever they are. If you're like me, you probably have a plethora of products that languish, lonely and abandoned, in plastic drawers and bins. These products are sad. You should take them out and play with them, make them happy, tell them that they are loved.
That's what I am doing. And it's loads of fun!
Now, onto more inkblot/Rorschach test cards. Yesterday, I posted three cards with largish parts of the inkblot I made. Today, I'm posting three cards made with punched shapes from the scraps left over by the first three cards.
Needless to say, with my love of "less is more," today's cards make my CAS-lovin' heart sing ditties and dance a jig.
The first card showcases a 3/4" square punch and Corner Chomper combined with one blingity-bling and a very British sentiment from the British company Clearly Besotted.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love Great Britain? Well, I do.
The second card repeats a branch punch from EK Success and uses lots of festive bling in two shades of red and three sizes. The sweet, tiny, handwritten sentiment comes from Papertrey's Signature Christmas set.
The third card uses a 1/4" square punch. It's almost impossible to get these tiny squares lined up perfectly straight, so I didn't try. They are deliberately a little wonky to add some movement and interest to a very orderly, static design. The sentiment comes from Clearly Besotted's A Little Sentimental set.
That's my favorite new sentiment set.
And that's all I have to say about punching shapes from scraps.
You never know when it'll burst out of me again. Like the alien from Sigourney Weaver's stomach. Only prettier.