say it’s waaaaay harder than you think. First… a little background; we’re still not in our house and when we moved I put all but the two paper cutters that I use regularly into storage. I’ve been using my Stampin’ Up paper trimmer for the past year with the same blade. Don’t ask me why I never thought to order a spare. I have a drawer full of spare blades for the other 6 trimmers that I currently have in storage but not a single blade for my Stampin’ Up one.
So…I’m working on my swaps for convention and my Stampin’ Up blade doesn’t just cut poorly it tears through the card stock leaving a 1/8”
wide trail of destruction in its path. If I order a new blade now I’d have to expedite to get it in time and one little blade would cost me more than the whole trimmer is worth so I go to plan B.
Plan B: We’re short a vehicle for a few days because the
master cylinder went on my van and both teenagers are working full time this summer in different cities so I ride my bike to my parents’ house 4k away to pick up my Fiscars Rotary cutter. Now picture Auntie Emm from the Wizzard of Oz except instead of Todo in the basket I have my Fiscars cutter. I took the back way home for obvious reasons. So…I start cutting the card stock for my swaps and the blade is so dull I don’t just get the fuzzies on the edges of my Whisper White I have actual snow balls. I have spare blades for it but they’re in storage with my other 6 trimmers.
Rather than making the 2 hour trek into town on my Hardley (that’s what my kids call my bike) I call DD who works right down the road from Walmart and say “can you pick up eggs and blades for my rotary trimmer?” then give her a full description of the blades. I must have spoken in too many characters because I think her ears slammed shut after “bl”. That’s what I got…eggs and bl.
Round 2. The next day DD’s boyfriend came to pick up DS and the two of them are going shopping at Walmart. Perfect, right? I show them the old blade, tell them exactly where to find it, wait all day, they get home at 10:00pm…nothing. They couldn’t find them. I’m contemplating sending them shopping for tampons.
I don’t dare ask Hubby. I can’t even imagine what he would bring home. I think I’ll call my mother.