Well first of all, I have to say whoops... too much time has passed since I last blogged. Now, I'm all for blogging without obligation (must get that blinkie!), but I still think that nearly three weeks is a bit much. Shame on me. My apologies.
And now for an "Oops".
Guess what I did at the weekend?
I broke my trusty, faithful Sizzix machine.
Yup, you read it here first folks. (Oh alright, second. I told the guys on Aunty's first...hmpf).
The unbreakable is..... breakable.
EEEEKKKKK.
Ok - so I hear you asking, how in the heck did I manage that? If I'd dropped it, it would probably have gone through the floor and into the room below. If I'd dropped it on my foot, it would have taken a couple of toes with it on its way through to the room below.
Nope. Nothing so exotic. I was
using it .
I guess this means I'm pretty strong. Or at the very least, stupid and strong.
Here is where I point out that the demise of the Sizzix was a gradual process. It started a few weeks ago, with a klutz attack. I put a Cuttlebug embossing folder on the cutting mat, ensured I had all the relevant adaptors attached, slid the mat under the pressing bar, applied pressure... et voila! CRAAAACCCCKKKKK. Further inspection pointed out that I didn't push the mat far enough under the bar, resulting in uneven pressure, which made the bar go a bit wonky (like the technical description???) and ultimately, the red bit split on the back corners.
It then started to ooze an oily substance....
So, finally, at the weekend I used it a couple of times - and it gave up the ghost. No pressure. It did the Sizzix equivalent of NOT fighting its way out of a paper bag. It was a bit like the original Mr Muscle guy... In fact, you could even say that it bled to death....
Which of course means...
Drum roll please....
NEW TOY ALERT!!!!
Watch this space. I feel a Big Shot coming on.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
