Then, after Lizzy left for home, another ping hit. A humdinger of a pinger (sorry...) (well maybe only a little...). I remembered what my older sister did to our younger sister's kids when they were little and full of mischief. Sara and Brett were probably 7 & 9 years old, it was close to Christmas, and the threat of no visit from Santa wasn't working. Now, I don't know where Sue came up with this, but she made tags, and attached them to bags full of marshmallows. After reading their tag, the two little jewels took notice. Brett burst into tears. His mother said to start behaving. He did, Sara did, and all was right with the world...at least until after presents on Christmas day....For today, and for the challenge, I made my own tag. I still chuckle at it, but I'm naughty like that. Just ask my friend Mary.
I tried to make it big enough to read without you having to click on the photo, but alas, you'll have to click if you can't quite read it. I found the snowman in a clipart gallery, and I regret to say, I didn't take notice from which company it came. But he fit just right. I colored bits of him with copics and SU markers, and added a snowball to his upturned hand, and then used some white flocking to fluff it up a bit. Computer generated font for the sassy saying, a bit of MME dp paper (scrap), and a scrap of ribbon. I used the Cricut to cut the tag. Giggle away my friends, and enjoy a little happy dance.