Someone emailed me this poem, and I thought
it was so cute I would post it here...
THE STAMPER
I started out with just one stamp
and when I bought some more
I decided that a shoebox
would make an ideal store.
Then as I added inks and pens
My stamping collection grew
So I bought a roomy plastic crate
It would last for years, I knew.
Embossing then became my thing
with powders and heat gun,
metallics, tinsels, pearls and clear,
I soon had every one.
By now my lovely plastic crate
was spilling everywhere
And my glitter glue collection
lay scattered on a chair
My husband started muttering
and said things had to stop
So I bought a huge old wardrobe
at the local charity shop.
But after just a little while,
I couldn't shut the door
and I put shelves up in the spare room
To accommodate yet more.
Our house is now for sale,
something larger being sought,
By the way, did I show you
the latest stamp i bought......
........(Sounds familiar anyone????)