After the week I've had, I declare rubberstamping a dangerous sport. First, there was this:
Which I'm still not entirely sure how I ended up with bruised knuckles that looked like I had been in a fist fight.
(P.S. - I totally think I look pretty tough and am rocking the bad a$$ look!)
And then, this happened::
Yes, that would be a paper piercer that rolled off of my desk (while I did some very quick Lord of the Dance style moves) and ended up just about an inch from impaling my foot. Between hot glue guns, eyelet setters, heavy scissors, straight edge blades, razor sharp steel dies and the occasional flying rhinestone, it's a dangerous world out there, my friends. It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eyelet.