I've been making inchies. Inchies for swaps, inchies for gifts, inchies for fun, inchie, inchie, inchies. It's my friend Jana's fault. She invited me to an inchie swap group and my life has never been the same since. Thanks Jana!
No, I mean it,
I thought it would be a good idea to suck you into my inchie-hell and perhaps you'll get bitten by the inchie-bug as well. I'll give you Jana's home phone number.
Tell her I sent you.
1. Animal Inchies
2. Vintage Inchies
3. Spring Inchies
4. Valentine's Inchies
5. Still More Vintage Inchies
6. Tim Holtz-ish Inchies
Please don't ask me to give you sources for any of these elements. I would have to have a drink in front of me to even contemplate doing that. And I don't mean water.
Suffice it to say, I use the Internet a lot. And my stash.
(Well, actually, feel free to ask me, just send me an email.)
Hey, did anyone on the news tonight about Skippy The Raccoon
who had a peanut butter jar stuck on his head?
I'm checking myself into an inchie-treatment program tomorrow.
Write to me, will ya?
And send inchies.
Just disguise them as ATC's.