Hal can't fish, Hal can't hunt, he's in a bind...You hear him grunt? Come on Buck, let's go Shot he needs our help, he needs it a lot!! Confused? So am I, but head on over to the tea party to read the whole story and a very deserving destination. MMTPT206 ~ July 10, 2012 ~ A man of the woods has quite simple tastes by momof5sons at Splitcoaststampers
Wove the birch strips onto Vanilla CS, sponged with Memento Desert Sand, Archival Sepia and Memento Rich Cocoa. Fashioned the straps and buckle from Sizzix Hombre texture CS, added snaps and brads for hardware and a rubbery lure to finish (do you have any idea how un-sticky those things are???)
Thank you all for looking. Have a peaceful day.
Note: I edited with a picture taken in better light...sorry for the awful one last night!
Date: Monday, July 9, 2012 GMT Views: 2080
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Registered: December 4, 2009 Location: Southern Utah's Dixie Posts: 20557
Mon, Jul 09, 2012 @ 7:36 PM
WOW!! This creel is Fantastic!! I love that you wove it out of real wood! Take the lure out of it and you have a pretty snazzy purse for the outdoorsy woman!
Registered: April 23, 2006 Location: Looking For Teapots! Posts: 59742
Mon, Jul 09, 2012 @ 8:21 PM
Oh my goodness! This card totally rocks! Whoo hoo! Won't Heath be excited to get his hands on this Marie! What a wonderful job you did on the challenge and on making this wonderful treasure/gift for Heath...
Birch strips? Genius...and a fun rubbery lure? You are the bomb girlfriend! How cool is this! Heath will get such a kick outa this! Whoot!
Thanks for all your hard work on this challenge Marie!
Registered: October 21, 2010 Location: in the okanagan in b.c. canada Posts: 13012
Mon, Jul 09, 2012 @ 11:07 PM
right on so neat. cute how you have your lures sticking out too. Heath will love this.....very creative with all the makings and details...:0)..TFS..:0)
------------------------------ We as people are raindrops of colorful ink , falling down Crisp and Clear, each a different shade more vibrant then the last, but once we realize at the bottom of an endless abyss we all fall into the same inkpot forming one color, only then can we come together as one My son.