Leftover butterflies (I call them 'chads' - will detail why at end of post if you're interested) from the Memory Box Butterfly Delights die were saved and used in today's project. Incorporated Danni Reid's confetti pockets I saw here using clear acetate, a white tag, circle layers of poly crinoline die cut then stitched securely to the card base.
An old 7gypsies Savannah fabric brad and Spellbinders grand butterflies were used with Want2Scrap butterfly bling. White textured cardstock is from Bazzill.
Interior sentiment is from Impress Rubber Stamps, and all patterned paper used is Woodland Park. Martha butterfly border punch - and yes, that is a handmade envelope - finished card measures 3-7/8 x 5-3/4 inch. Happy Friday!
My story of chads:
The house I grew up in had a special room - one that was completely lined with cedar, even the ceiling. It had no windows and one door that was airtight: it closed so securely that when standing inside the room and closing the door, my ears would feel like they do when I take off in an airplane. Wide shelves made from cedar, and lots of closet rods with pretty wooden hangers: this room served as an enormous closet for winter and special clothing storage.
Sweaters, interesting hats, fancy jackets and winter coats and other treasures filled this room. Also hanging in that cedar-scented room under a protective cover was something quite magical to me...my mother's wedding dress.
Periodiocally I would wander into this magical room and lift the cover, and spend time studying the dress. What struck me as odd were the vast number of very tiny paper rectangles - each with a number - wedged between the fabric panel and the lace overlay near the bottom of the dress. They were much smaller than my eight-year-old pinky fingernail.
On one occasion while in the closet my mother was with me, and I asked her about the funny, punched numbers behind the lace in her dress.
She stated at her wedding, "they threw chads and not rice". I asked her, "What's a chad?" She informed me many of her girlfriends worked in offices that had these in abundance and they were from IBM machines. Hence my affection for the word 'chad'...
Beautiful card and a wonderful story to pass down to your daughters. I remember those very large IBM punch card machines. We've come a long way....
Posted by: karen q | September 28, 2012 at 10:22 AM
When I was fresh out of high school, I went to work for Standard Oil in Chicago. I was, what they called at the time, a "key punch operator". And I made those "chads" by punching the amount of the gas purchase into a credit card receipt that would then be mailed to the card holder.
Posted by: Lois Dore | September 28, 2012 at 11:32 AM
Oh what a great story !! I remember those punch cards, we use to collect them and make wreaths out of them !! LOL !! That one needs to be written in one of your memory books.
Love this card Cindy. It is so delicate and elegant. I love how you mix and match all of the different products. A lesson that needs to be learned by some of us card creators.
Posted by: Stefanie | September 28, 2012 at 12:43 PM
Wow, what a neat story about the chads, your mom's wedding dress and that very special room! Sounds so cool. I think I do remember those punch cards. My mom used to be a key punch operator. She went back to work when I was in middle school. I remember she went to a business school to learn key punch and then got a job doing that at a hospital in Seattle. Love your card with that pretty butterfly.
Posted by: KathyN | September 28, 2012 at 09:49 PM
I love your stories and love your cards. xo, bp
Posted by: Bevie Pearl | September 29, 2012 at 08:24 AM