For this project, you’ll need:
Your choice of doll heads from Lisa Kettell Designs
Doll bodies printed on cardstock (Mine came from Altered Artifacts on etsy)
Butterfly or fairy wings printed on cardstock (you could also use silk ones)
Crown paper punch
Adhesive rhinestones
Stickles in Diamond
Various fabric trims and ribbon
Thin wood craft sticks
Fine glitter (I like Martha Stewart glitters)
Glue, scissors, hot glue gun, etc

I started by cutting out the doll body and attaching her head. I did sand the back of her head down just a touch to make it a little flatter. She was attached to the body using a glue stick and then I positioned the wings, legs and arms.

Next, I created her crown by using a crown paper punch and covering it in Martha Stewart glitter in Sterling. Shake off the excess and set aside to dry. I used a piece of trim for her skirt and held it in place with hot glue and accented the waist with a fun, fluffy bit of pink fiber. After this was attached, I outlined her wings and shoes in Diamond Stickles and created her a necklace with tiny silver adhesive rhinestones. Her crown is simply attached to the back of her head with a dot of hot glue and then it got accented with pink adhesive rhinestones. Once she was all together, I used hot glue to apply a craft stick–just to make her a little more sturdy. If you wanted your pixie poppet to be an ornament, just loop a bit of ribbon under the craft stick as you glue it in place.

This is a project that could easily be done with little ones–just help them with the hot glue gun and such. These would make great gifts for them to give for Christmas to friends and family. Here’s the finished project:

Doesn’t she look like she’s been sprinkled with a pinch of pixie dust?

Back? Oh goody.

By today’s standards it seems as though I should earn a trophy just for showing up and writing this post.

I don’t know that I’ve ever won a trophy because back in my day, you know when we wore banana peels for shoes and walked backwards on our hands uphill to school a billion miles naked each way, you had to EARN trophies. And, frankly, the things I was good at didn’t come with trophies. I did audition for cheerleading but people that were far more coordinated than I made the squad. Was I bummed out? Sure. But I was mainly in it for the outfits. So rather than having my mother whack somebody in the knee with a bat or suing under the pretense of life isn’t fair because I am short and uncoordinated, I found other things I was good at and left the bouncing and perkiness to people more suited for it. I realized my interests, and talents, were in art and writing and journalism. And I love those things–though they do come with far drabber ensembles than pleated cheerleading skirts. And I don’t get to regularly shake pom poms. (I DO get to wear lots of pj pants.)

Point? I don’t believe in “a” for effort or a prize for participation. It’s okay to NOT be good at everything. Nobody is. Life isn’t fair. But if you blow sunshine up a kid’s ass and tell him he’s going to play in the Major Leagues when he can’t catch a ball or swing a bat…you may be sparing his feelings in the short time but are you really doing him a favor?

Bratchild is allowed to try anything she wants to do with the understanding that we don’t take on more than two activities a year and if she starts it, she has to finish it. I’m a firm believer in kids needing time to play and eating in the car nightly as you race from ball field to piano isn’t being a kid. She twirls baton and, until this year, took dance lessons. Dance? Not her forte. She has a leg turning inwards condition that has an official medical name I can’t remember that makes toe pointing and things tough for her but, bless her heart, that kid can twirl a baton and would like to light some on fire a la Suzanne Sugarbaker. (THAT’S the night the lights went out in Georgia. Sidenote? I miss Dixie Carter.)

Recently she auditioned for a play that a local children’s theatre was going to perform and, to put it simply, she didn’t make it. The second she got up there and read her bit, I knew she wasn’t going to make it. We are not quiet people. I have been told I have two volume levels: playground and arena. I can speak to a large group of people sans microphone. Bratchild inherited this “skill” from me. She has always had parts and solos in her school plays but, they know her and know what she can do. In an audition with strangers, you’re not afforded that luxury and she simply wasn’t  loud enough. It was like she thought they were all of a sudden playing the quiet game. Truly.  But I was honestly proud of her for trying.

When they announced call backs and she wasn’t one of them, she immediately got a bad attitude and started to complain. They don’t know what they’re missing, I’m amazing, I guess they just didn’t like me, why would they want HER and not me, etc. I stopped her and told her that, yes, she is AMAZING and yes, she is TALENTED but, in this case, she wasn’t loud enough and they couldn’t hear her. When she tried to get an attitude with me, I said, “Look. You can either be a sore loser and blame the world or you can learn from this, move on and know what you need to work on for next time.” I don’t think you always have to BE the best. I do think you should DO your best, have some fun and maybe learn something.

Some other parents I know thought this was harsh of me and wondered why I just didn’t tell her the casting people were stupid or mistaken. I guess I don’t subscribe to the viewpoint of sugar-coating. If you sugarcoat everything, how is a child going to learn a work ethic? How are they going to learn from their mistakes and be functional, well-adjusted adults that don’t have to go to the bathroom in pairs and have someone wipe their ass? At Bratchild’s school, they aren’t even allowed to have run of the mill chapstick. It’s considered medicine. Really? You want children to be the future leaders of the country BUT they can’t be trusted to moisturize their own lips? Yes. I believe in protecting our children and teaching them and helping them grow but I can’t take much more of this aww shucks life isn’t fair, let’s have everyone win and all go for ice cream.

Fact. We are not always going to be the best. Life isn’t fair. There is ALWAYS going to be someone better, smarter, prettier, hungrier and more determined than we are. On the converse: there is ALWAYS going to be someone worse off than you–they aren’t as smart or aren’t educated or don’t have nice things. Perhaps instead of whining and lamenting, we focus on our strengths, pull ourselves up, make our own magic and use that position to help others. A little gratitude and gumption never hurt anyone.

If a kid can’t run without tripping over her own feet, instead of telling her she’s going to be Olympian and making everyone miserable–help her find her true gift. Maybe she’s awesome at science and will cure cancer one day. Maybe not. One thing I DO know is you won’t find out if you’re beating her up on the track field.

ANYWAYS-J always finds it remarkable that I have no sense of size or distance. Some would say it’s because women have been lied to about size for such a long time–I just don’t think my brain has any depth perception. Or, as bratchild says I am not a spatial learner. Even whilst looking at a map, I always think things are closer than they are–especially up in Yankee land where everything is squished together. I remarked about this on Facebook tonight.

This picture has a point. Honest.

This is the ensuing conversation:

 Ronda: ohhh road trip?

Melissa: Where do you want to go?

Ronda: Somewhere fun.

Me: Thought Philly was much closer to Pittsburgh than it is…was thinking since we will be up for bratchild’s bday, could go to Lilly headquarters for a tour.

Majken: Well, in Texas, that is easy to do….

Me: Because lots of things up north are squished together on maps, I tend to think everything is tiny and super close.

Melissa: Yeah…not so close…so you are gonna go? Gonna come stay with me after?

J: she is always like…  but they are only this far apart on the maaaapp…  jason doooo soooomething…

Me: I don’t know…how far is it from you?

Melissa: Pittsburgh is like 5 hours away…but I will be coming home from Pittsburgh too

Me: But if Philly is close to you, it could be a day trip.

J: phili to mels, 4 hours each way on some of the worst roads in the country.  also, the redneck retention point fees will set you back about $20 each way…

Me: Since you are ignoring me yelling honey at you–what’s that movie where Bruce Willis sleeps in a closet and the model wears funky clothes and Chris Rock is an alien or something?

Ronda: The Fifth Element

Melissa: Fifth element….

Me: Hmmm…I don‎’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that so many people knew what I was talking about

J: uh…  El quinto elemento…   muy bueno…

Ronda: I am pretty sure Miss and I fall into the elite group of people who ever know what you are talking about

J: yup, Ronda and Melissa are special just like Amy…

Me: But not in an eat the paste way

Melissa: We are special! Just not “eating the glue special”….oh, and Matt loves Fifth Element….I just watch it for Bruce

Me: I love Bruce. I’m pretty upset that Castle and Beckett are going to get together because when Maddie and David did, the show started to suck.

Ronda: Bruce is on my list.

Melissa: For most people that would be a hard connection to follow…but I am with you….I have all seasons of moonlighting but only watch through season three….

Melissa: Oh, and it is not chris rock….its chris tucker

J: id hit it…  two times…

Me: I always get them confused! Bruce is on my list along with Gerard Butler, Jason Statham, James Gandolfini (In Sopranos mode) and Brad Pitt(but only In Fight Club or Snatch mode) and Viggo Mortenson but only as Aragon. I get to have extra since some of mine are only as specific characters.

Sally: I do the same thing Amy, even with mapquest I have no sense AT ALL of direction/location. BUT, I am so ready for Castle and Beckett to get it on, sorry I have no patience. My hubby loves the show but I can only tolerate so much.

Me: I am so concerned they’re going to get it on, get a baby and have Mark Hammill ruin everything (is he the guys from NCIS?)

Sally: Don’t know about Mark Hammill – but I just do not do well with sexual tension at all – just do each other already or get it over with

Me: I forgot Nathan F. is on my list…especially in Firefly. Not so much as scary priest in Buffy.

J: this list i keep hearing about…  shame on you married girls…

Melissa: Yes, mark hamill is ncis guy and was Sam who got maddie pregnant….J, I don’t have a list….I love firefly!!!

Melissa: Nathan still says firefly is his favorite show and character…even after ten years

Majken:  Mmmm, Bruce and Gerard and I have to add in Josh Duhamel.  Sizzling!!!

Something I DIDN’T announce on the Facebox but have been thinking: I can NOT take much more of Blair and Lonely Boy–how can he even attempt to be as awesome as Chuck Bass? AND I don’t know what Veronica ever saw in Duncan, Logan is so much more fantastical stuff. I have since realized that Mark Hammill was Luke Skywalker and he did not get Maddie Hayes pregnant. (My childhood dog was named Cybil after Cybil Shepherd since my parents vetoed Maddie) Mark Harmon ruined the show and now is on NCIS which takes place AT Quantico NOT Quantanamo Bay–another thing I can never keep straight and I’m always riding through Virginia thinking people are being tortured near an Ikea.

Other things that are flopped in my head? Chris Tucker and Chris Rock–see above, Carrie Fisher and Jamie Lee Curtis and I am always convinced Cypress Hill and House of Pain are the SAME band because they both use that twirly sound in their songs and don’t look at me like you don’t know what I am talking about.

Also? Sarah Bernhardt and Sandra Bernhard are backwards in my brain. Sandra is in one of my favorite movies, that also features Bruce, Hudson Hawk. Fairly certain people related to me by blood are the only ones that like that movie.

Sarah Bernhardt

And here’s Sandra: CLEARLY not the same person:

Sandra Bernhard

 

And, yes, now my head hurts so make me feel better and tell me what YOU can’t keep straight. Please?

Supplies Used:
Unfinished Wood Plaque
Three Sheets of Scrapbook Paper from Lisa Kettell Designs
Lisa Kettell Fairy Follies CD
Lisa Kettell Sweet Shoppe Carnival Embellishment (unpainted)
Bakers Twine
Fiskars Banner Punch
Pink Pom Pom Fringe
A Ticket
Scrapbook Paper: Music
Scrapbook Paper: Dictionary
Stickles in Diamond
Glitter or Glitter Paper
Tiny Star Sequins

The first thing I did was to cut a piece of Lisa’s scrapbook paper to use as the background. I cut a crown from another sheet of Lisa paper and painted the Sweet Shoppe Carnival. Sadly, while I can paint many things a straight-ish line is not one of them. Ditto for cutting a straight line; paper trimmers are my friend.

I glued a piece of glitter paper to the back of the carnival after using a knife to cut out the “door” area, I wanted it to open to something full of sparkles. I glued music down the side, glued in the crown and glued down the carnival. I chose the word brilliant from a page of dictionary scrapbook paper, pinked the edges and glued it along the top. The fairy came from Fairytale Follies CD. I carefully cut her out and used adhesive foam to give her a little dimension and then traced her with the Diamond Stickles.

She has silver stars dripping from her hands; they were attached via glue stick and given a little extra sparkle with the Diamond Stickles. Using my hot glue gun, I bordered the box with the pink pom poms and added the ticket. Using my banner punch, I cut out 5 pieces from another sheet of Lisa’s and attached it to the bakers twine with my glue gun. A dot in each corner holds the banner in place and allows it to hang freely. Because I don’t think you can EVER have too many sparkles, I traced each banner piece in the Diamond Stickles.

I recently read “The Night Circus” and between that and Lisa’s magical creations, found myself very inspired. If you haven’t read the book, pick it up! Also, Lisa has added some NEW collage CDs to her Artfire store and has some very affordable options. I picked up the Halloween one and am eyeing the Circus one and the Vintage Storybook and Ephemera Disc.

Then they called to tell me to go to the hospital and to imaging but imaging sent me to admitting which made me panic AGAIN because I did not want to be admitted. And the lady in admitting was stroking out because I didn’t have a diagnosis and they had to have one to admit me even though they weren’t actually admitting me and HELLO, the whole reason I was there was to GET a diagnosis NOT to be admitted.

Whew. Apparently feeling poorly causes me to write run-on sentences.

But then admitting but not admitting me was taking FOREVER and I asked J if perhaps I should collapse on the floor and writhe in pain and he just told me to go for it. Fortunately, that was when the women called me over to ask me if I wanted a private or a semi-private room if I were admitted which totally confused me because I thought the whole hullabaloo indicated I WAS being admitted. It appears the difference is, insurance doesn’t cover private rooms. And I still don’t know if I was admitted or not.

Me:  It would seem I have to have a semi-private room. What if they put me with a crackhead?
J: Then we will use the little plastic divider.
Me: What if the crackhead goes crazy, rips DOWN the divider and kills me in the middle of the night?
J: Then I will sue the hospital and name a wing after you in my gun range estate that I build with the settlement.

Anyone else see why he is NOT helpful? He later told me, “I’m not giggling because I don’t care. I’m giggling because I’m an asshole.”

Because I am occasionally smart, I prepped for the occasion by wearing yoga pants, a tank with a bra and a t-shirt–and, HOORAY, I got to keep my clothes on. After I drank icky stuff mixed with diet pepsi, I got to have radioactive iodine injected in my veins. Despite that I have had this particular test done several times, it still makes me giggle and holller, “YUP! I totally feel like I peed on myself,” which always seems to tickle the tech. On the inside, I am an 8-year-old boy.

My doc called me at the hospital after my tests were read to tell me I had an icky infection called Diverticulitis. Which is gross. I get to take two antibiotics for 10 days–one of which is used to treat anthrax poisoning so I am sure I will develop a tolerance and be screwed should people start mailing me anthrax laced letters.

The past couple days have been not fun because my stomach is so swollen I have the pregnant lady waddle AND I look like I should be cast in a Sally Struthers Save the Children commercial. I’m also paler than normal–and that’s tough to do. The next part is gross so I am going to put it in italics so if you want to SKIP the really gross part, just go down to where it’s not italicized anymore.

It would seem people that suffer from diverticulitis are not supposed to have peas and I now understand why. Yesterday, there were lots of peas in the, ahem, toilet and I had not eaten any for at least a week and a half. I am also so gassy I am offending the dog.

Okay, it wasn’t really THAT bad. I’m off to see if bratchild wants to help me spraytan so I can quit looking all sicklike and yellow…

Regardless, for three days I have had a sharp, stabby pain in my lower left side and since I am used to stomach issues, it’s hard to know if it’s serious or if it’s oh crap I ate pizza. While I was alone, I decided to sneak a peek at WedMD. I have to sneak because people think I overreact to things, J has threatened to put a parental blog on the website and my mother says a severe hangnail can drive me to take to my fainting couch. (In a side note, I really want one of those Cricket for kids TV remotes because it’s exhausting trying to remember which channels I like versus the ones that terrify me with all their the end is nigh/lack of bees/electromagnetic pulse programing.)

According to WebMD I have diverticulitis, an ectopic pregnancy, appendicitis or irritable bowel syndrome. To the last, I respond no shit Sherlock. (Another random sidenote? I often get advertising pitches for my blog which I tend to ignore because a. I’m lazy and b. this is my blog and I don’t want to deal with advertising type people but I did get an awesome one that gave me pause-they started the email with this: “As someone who has discussed poop on their blog…” I don’t know that I HAVE discussed poop THAT OFTEN. Have I?)

Anyways, it has been a long time since I took anatomy and even then we dissected a cat so I always forget what is exactly where in the human body so I went downstairs to bother J–which is my normal response to most things. He tried to find a good example of human anatomy on the web but they sucked and were mainly male. As I explained calmy, whined, about my pain, he said I was fine. So I said, “THEN I AM GOING TO GO TO BED AND WATCH MEDIUM AND DIE IN PEACE AND YOU WILL BE SAD.” Once he started giggling, I went upstairs.

As all this is happening, bratchild is watching Mythbusters and lecturing me how heels, wedges and then snowboots are the most dangerous shoes to drive in. Let’s ALL be glad I don’t own snowboots, shall we? She then hollers at me that 7 drops of super glue can actually hold a car aloft for a short period of time. Filing that away under good to know. (I met the Mythbusters a couple times when I worked for HP.)

While I am listening to bratchild give Mythbusters a play-by-play, J comes to my closet room to tell me he’s sorry to inform me I have testicular cancer. And then he laughs AGAIN and tells me maybe I should call my GI doctor. You think?

Anyways, due to the magics of the internet I am posting this tonight but scheduling this for the morning so perhaps I will have expired by the time you all read this. I will let you know. But internet smarties-what is on MY left side between my belly button and my hip bone?

(My hip bone is starting to protrude nicely thanks to Huntsville Adventure Boot Camp. I lost a TOTAL of 13.5 inches in my last four-week session. Not that I calculated it, Joe did. If I am still alive, I will be there EARLY in the morning .)

I had another project all planned out in my head for Lisa Kettell Designs  when I was rooting through my craft supplies and came across these wonderful witches; the  Kewpie Magic Witches from Lisa Kettell Designs. These come in handy because capturing a witch of your very own is tricky, witchy business and even these little ones are full of tricks and treats.

Supplies Needed:
Kewpie Magic Witches
Mini glass cloche (I took apart some ornaments I got on Christmas clearance that I bought just for the cloches. You could also use a small jar.)
Printed scrapbook paper
Thin cardboard
Stickles in silver, black and tarnished brass
A  letter from scrapbook paper or cardstock
Moss
Hot glue gun
Tiny silver stars
Black pompom fringe
Some sort of little adornment, I used a brass moon

I jazzed my witch up using the silver Stickles because witches love sparkles. Honest. I also popped a tiny star on the tip of her pointed hat and made her a “top” with black Stickles. While she dried, I used a paper punch to cut out two circles with pinked edges to use as a base. I cut out a circle from the thin cardboard and glued them together to make a base. I covered the top and bottom of the cardboard with the printed paper–which is important if you plan to use her as an ornament. Then I made a ring of moss around the base, using the bottom of my cloche as a guide since I wanted the majority of it under glass. When the witch was dry, I made a big dollop of hot glue and dipped her feet in it, pressing lightly until she was “set.” Then I glued some tiny stars around the moss because, in my opinion, you can never have too many sparkles.

Once everything was dry, I ran a line of hot glue around the bottom of my glass cloche and, carefully but quickly, moved it in to place. Using the glue gun and my small black pompom trim, I made a border around the base of the cloche. I glued my W, for witch of course, to the top of the cloche using its ring as the base. If you are making an ornament, I would run my ribbon or whatnot through the ring before attaching the letter. Then I simply glued the moon to the letter and with a dab of glue, to the glass.

Now my tiny witch is spellbound and ready for happy hauntings and magical mischief!

Supplies Used:
Lisa Kettell Steampunk Moon Small
Lisa Kettell Fairytale Follies Collage CD
Square Shrine Opera House Digital Collage Sheet
Paper mache box
A smidge of acrylic paint
Stickles in a variety of colors
Scissors
Cutting Mat
Glue
Xacto knife
Small bits of adhesive foam
White cardstock

To start with my box was deeper than I wanted it to be and didn’t have a hole in the front. So I made the box shorter and used my xacto knife to cut a square out of the box top. (Do I need to remind people to cut carefully?) I used four different images from the Fairytale Follies CD and sized them down considerably.

The backdrop I printed at around 4 inches and the fairies inside were printed around 2.5 I glued the backdrop to the back of the inside, carefully cut out the fairies and attached them using the foam adhesive. I layered two pieces on the women and just one on the back of the couple so they’d have different depths. I painted the moon with gray acrylic paint, set him aside to dry and then smeared some silver Stickles on him. The “stars” are just dots of Diamond Stickles.

I can’t resist adding sparkles to everything and I love the way Stickles hold their shape and are easy to write with. The blue at the bottom was an off brand that didn’t work out well.

I didn’t completely cover the interior since my theatre facade has a good bit of overhang. To make it, I carefully cut out all the nooks and crannies, trimmed it in Gold Stickles and attached the fabulous fairy head from the Collage CD that I had sized down. Make sure you line up the bottom of the opera facade closely with the box top to avoid any standing issues or cardstock wrinkling.

I applied a little glue and slapped it all together:

I can’t get enough of the Fairytale Follies Collage CD. It will keep you crafting happily for a super long time.  What are you working on?

This realization hit me last night when I was whining about putting sheets on the bed…because I hate it so much. I would totally take a sister-wife and let her hook up with my husband if she would just change my sheets, put away my laundry and blowdry my hair. Honest. J, because he is ever so much sweeter than me, offered to help. To which I whined , “noooooo, you don’t do it riiiiiggggghhhhhttt. You don’t tuck the sheets tight enough.” (I have since come to realize that even if someone else is doing it wrong, at least someone else is doing it. That’s an important life lesson.)

Right. So he was lamenting that he can’t tuck the sheets tight because then he can’t get in the bed but I can’t sleep if the sheets are all loosey goosey and flopping around. It drives me insane if they are uneven as well. Plus, I prefer them to never EVER touch the ground and get even a wisp of dog hair on them. Maybe I am high maintenance. Because I am married to gigantor, we have this platform bed with no footboard. So things one and two you lose? Tight sheets and the chance of ever having a sleigh bed.

We all know the adage that vertical lines are supposed to be lengthening. This only works if they are ON your body. Standing next to a tall man? Just makes you look rounder and squatter and accounts for why I don’t always look so good in pictures with J. (The being short and needing to lose some weight has nothing to do with this.)

Forget ever being able to reach the paper towels. I have not been able to get a new roll of paper towels in the four plus years we have been married. To tall people, crap is never out of reach. I also can’t reach our top shelf of glasses or the shelf with the Tupperware unless I scramble up on the counter and risk life and limb and being buried in an avalanche of lids and containers. Spices are also often out of my grasp. This would matter more if I regularly cooked. But it’s the point.

Everyone is always like ooooh, your husband is so tall, you can wear high heels whenever you want to. Yes, that’s a plus. But let’s face it. I’m 35 and I work as a part-time newspaper columnist. I no longer wear four-inch heels on a daily basis. (I DO suggest wearing heels around the house as part of your normal routine even if it’s with pj’s just so you don’t forget how.)

Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to date people taller than me. I don’t know why. It was just a thing I had like an aversion to men in jewelry or jean shorts. Before I met J, I was set up on a blind date with a man who was shorter than I am. Which is tough. He was discussing his motorcycle woes. Apparently, he really loved to ride motorcycles but because of his height, he couldn’t. He had to customize them with side cars and let other people drive them. So the last thing I lost by marrying a tall, handsome man? My shot at EVER driving a motorcycle.

Do you have a height thing?

Regardless of which you chose, I am tickled pink to share my first project as a member of the Lisa Kettell Design Team: Madame Mariposa Chaperones The Butterfly Ball. I love to create shadow boxes and I honestly don’t know that I’ve ever made anything that didn’t involve glitter. I was inspired by the countless wonderful images on the Lisa Kettell Designs Fairy Follies Disc but this lovely lady just sent my mind whirring.

Supplies you’ll need:
Lisa Kettell Designs Fairy Follies Disc
Craft Glue
Shadow Box
Stickles Glitter Glue: Platinum, Onyx and Diamond
Scissors
Sticker Pearls
White cardstock
Adhesive foam rectangles

Creating your images: I used three images from the Disc; The Fairy Lady, The Butterfly Ball and one of the Fairy Sheet Music Pages. I had to play with the sizes on my printer a bit to get them the size I wanted–I used custom size and played around with different inches. Once I had the desired dimensions I printed them on white cardstock and cut them out.

I coated the back of The Butterfly Ball image in glue and applied it to the back wall of my box, using a plastic squeegee to lightly smooth it. Once it was in place, I outlined the border and highlighted Butterfly Ball in Platinum Stickles and used Onyx Stickles on “the.”

I used about six foam rectangles on the back of Madame and placed her inside the box. Once she was situated, I outlined her wings in Diamond Stickles…even a chaperone needs a little sparkle. Normally I would do a patterned paper around the inside of the box but I knew it would be hidden by the top.

To cover the basic black front of my shadow box, I flipped the lid upside down and traced the outline on the Fairy Sheet Music. Once I cut it out, I laid it on top of the lid to trace where the glass was and the cut out the interior. Coated the back in glue, applied to black “frame” area and smoothed it with squeegee. I topped it with a random butterfly I found in one of my craft boxes and outlined it in the Platinum Stickles. Then I pulled strips of pearl stickers apart and placed them around the edge. Voila! You can be sure that under Madame’s watchful eye no butterflies or fairy folk were taking part in any kind of dirty dancing.

The customization possibilities are ENDLESS on these images. You can use any kind of glitter or ephemera you prefer. I’d love to see what you create!

You can find more fabulous supplies at Lisa’s Artfire Shop. I also highly recommend her book.