In the crafting world, I love all things paper. It is my preferred “medium”. I used to be a big scrapbooker (insert: nerd alert) in college. Then work and post-bachelor classes took over my life. Now that things are somewhat settled and no BIG moments are happening (i.e. getting married, buying a home, getting a dog etc), I am able to kick about in the world of paper. Kevin, my husband, thought the Cricut would be a nice birthday present for me (note: my birthday is in September). Eeekkk!! He pretty much rocks my world. Of course, I already had the list of projects I wanted to do. In 1 minute, I had 20 two inch ‘m’s beautifully cut. Why do I freak out? Because in the past, I spent hours upon hours cutting individual circles and letters. My hands would cramp up, but the end result always made me pleased. So the pain was worth it. But now, it reduces my work load and I am able to become more productive (and complain less about my hands, thus making my husband happier). Maybe the Cricut was more for him than me? Naw.
The Cricut machine magically moves across the paper in a dancing like manner, almost hypnotic. I feed the machine more paper just so I can watch it cut. Maybe I should call in sick? Just kidding. I need to work, so I can buy more cartridges.
Please ignore my moments of insanity, I confuse insanity with bliss.