Picked up a ream of colored card stock a while back, with the intention of exploring the possibilities. “She” had a birthday that descended on me, so with two days left - it became trial by fire (I know, I know. Typical male).
With the ability of the glowforge, I was determined to craft a personalized birthday card and not spend another dime on the commercial offerings. It would be a seasonal theme…
With the deadline I didn’t have the luxury of time to draw up anything I could make myself happy with, So I turned to ‘Free Laser Designs’. Here, I bend the knee to @kittski, for her contribution.
So I cleared some branches and got busy.
Experimenting with etching the paper, I discovered the darker colors give a better bleaching for contrast.
I will spare you all the sentimental/personal verse on the inside cover, and I’m not all that pleased with the color choices, but for my first birthday card, I’m happy with the effort - and appreciative of the lessons that came with it.
The days of elbowing my way into the hoards of men in the greeting card isle with the ‘Deer in the Headlights look’ on their faces are over. She was thrilled, which is all that matters.
Thank you all! t’s pretty lame compared to some of the pros here, but that’s OK. They didn’t know how either until the first time.
Everything ‘Laser’ is new to me, so it’s like Disney Land for an adult.
I had a better idea, that involved a mechanical card that when opened would pull open a little ‘hopper’ and dump a bunch of leaves in her lap, but didn’t have time to do that effectively.
On a side note, anybody need a baggie of paper leaves?
In the before time, I used to pass by her work on the way home. I would stop and buy a single rose and bring it to her at her desk. The receptionist would just smile at me as I by-passed her security and walked right in. I would stand there behind her chair until she noticed me. Jules, she would blush like a schoolgirl. I loved that!
Gentlemen, a little goes a long way. Just sayin’.
No, No. I assure you, the luck one is me. She’s the only reason I’m still alive.
She does appreciate we don’t need a plumber. Or an electrician, mechanic, toilet scrubber, laundry or scullery maid.
Ditto for me. I swear I wouldn’t have made it out of my thirties alive or with more than a dollar if it weren’t for my wife. I tend to be a bit less than careful about safety sometimes and engaged in a variety of activities that aren’t necessarily dangerous per se but stack them all up and sooner or later the odds would not have played out in my favor. So now I only do one dangerous thing at a time
I tend to be a bit less than careful about safety sometimes and engaged in a variety of activities that aren’t necessarily dangerous per se but stack them all up and sooner or later the odds would not have played out in my favor. So now I only do one dangerous thing at a time 
