Confessions of a Grandma

On Sunday I went with a friend to a "Stampin' Up!" party. Remember Tupperware parties? This was more fun because we got to make two cards to take home instead of playing silly games. Ginnie and I were the only two there who were not totally immersed in the world of all things Stampin' Up. I mean, we knew about stamps and paper punches and the joys of fancy papers; we are both kind of artsy-craftsy types. We just were not fully prepared for the consuming world of the dedicated stamper, complete with its unique vocabulary. "Good-bye Chocolate Chip! I'm all about the Early Espresso now!" ( very similar browns) "Hand me that clam shell, please." (glue) "This embossing folder changed my life!!" "Oh, goodie! We're doing a top note." Like I said, it was fun to make the cards, but of course the intent of such parties is to sell things. There was no pressure here at all, but if we had to purchase everything we used to make those...