A few weeks ago, my parents asked me to help them take on an ambitious stamping project. We cut, and die cut, and glued and stamped and spritzed. Before I knew it, more family members had joined in and everyone had a smile on their face.
For me there is nothing better than letting someone play with my stampin’ stuff. In those few seconds, I get to experience the pure bliss that comes from helping someone create for the first time. (You know what I’m talking about.)
They come as babies—totally inexperienced, unsure and fresh—and once the stamp pulls off the cardstock they look up at you and smile. Things are never the same again.