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31 Tags of Halloween: Day 9

While cleaning the craft room (aka The Pit of Despair) I found some Tim Holtz skellys from a few years ago. I had just bought some thin twine string and had a devilish thought to hang him from my favorite Tim Holtz tree stamp. I gathered my supplies and went to bed.

This morning before work I got right to it. I had a tag, Distress stain in Twisted Citron and Mowed Lawn, Archival in Black, Distress ink in Black Soot, a skelly charm, twine string, my Tim Holtz tree stamp, and my water brush. Not pictured is my heat tool.

First, I added dots of the Twisted Citron all over the tag.

Then I followed with some Mowed Lawn here and there to fill in the blank spots.

I used my water brush to blend the colors.

Satisfied with the blending, I dried the tag with my heat tool.

I inked up my tree stamp with Archival with the rubber stamp facing up and then I pressed the stamp onto the tag. I could have used more ink, but I like the ghostly look it has.

Someone forgot to pack her 1/8 inch hole punch so she went MacGyver and poked holes in the tag with a thumbtack until they were the right size.

Before I went further, I edged the tag in Distress Black Soot.

I made a loop in the string and fed it through the ring of the charm. Once it was through about an inch, I fed the tails of the string through the loop and snugged it to the ring.

To secure the string to the card, I pressed both ends through the bottom hole using a dull pencil. On the back side, I pressed both ends through the top hole the same way. Once the hanging skelly was the length I wanted, I made a simple overhand knot and trimmed the ends. When I get home, I might put a dot or two of the Tim Holtz collage medium on the knot so it doesn't work itself loose.


For being a dark tag, there's something sad and almost beautiful about it. I have one skelly left and might do another of these with an orange background when I get home tonight.



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