More graphic shapes...

It's amazing what you can find when you dig deep enough...I uncovered a little chevron pattern stamp, and this is what I did with it. The letters are from a Inkadinkadoo alphabet set. I stamped the polkadots along the bottom with a background stamp....

This next one was an experiment with another chevron stripe, I have never made one layer cards, and this one is so clean and simple - totally unlike my usual style (whatever that is), but I like a challenge....

I added a little Wink of Stella clear pen to each of the chevrons for a bit of glitter....

So I said I would tell you all about my foray into the world of retail - that sounds a bit fancy for an afternoon in a charity shop! I have been thinking for a while that I would help out at one of these shops, and when one opened very close to where I live, I was galvanized into action. So along I went to be 'inducted' which involved a lot of chat about health and safety. The assistant manager was the only person there apart from the eager new trainee,(me) she is a sweet young thing who looked about twelve. So after all this health and safety boring stuff I was taught how to work the till (cash register). Well, how hard can that be, after all I have stood for years watching countless people doing it with my money, so my attention wandered a bit. I spotted a scarf draped around a dress that was really quite the wrong shade of green, and I was itching to replace it...........

So the young thing disappeared into the storeroom and left me guarding the till. In came my first customer. I turned all American and greeted her with a cheery 'how ya doing?' (No, we don't do that here in the UK, we tend to shop in silence here...) She gave me a startled look and scuttled out of the shop. Perhaps she was a shoplifter. Apparently they have a lot of those. Who would have thought - I mean, if you are going to break a commandment, wouldn't you think they would choose something a bit more upmarket than a charity shop? They probably know they can get away with it because they are staffed by gormless sales volunteers like me!

Anyway, in walked another customer who walked around for hours (well, okay, I exaggerate, but it seemed like hours, I was worn out after all that health and safety stuff and needed coffee.) she then came to the counter with a bracelet which cost £1. Brimming with confidence, I punched a few buttons on the till. £1000.00 it printed on a receipt. WHAT? I punched a few more buttons and out popped another receipt, this time for £100, so by the time the sweet young thing came out to investigate the hysterical laughter, the days takings were down by £1,100. Not good. It took her a while to sort it out, so I wandered around the shop and furtively removed the offending scarf and replaced it with something totally tasteful

I go back this afternoon to be trained in how to sort clothes and work the steamer (which was a big old thing hissing like a demented snake in the back room). Well, how difficult can that be? 

See you tomorrow x