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Using Vinyl Without Transfer Tape

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Where did September go?! I don’t even know, but here it is 3 days into October already and I’ve no idea what we’re doing for Halloween costumes. That is not. normal. around here. We have been so busy the last couple of months that I’m ready to just take the kids to the thrift store and say “Pick a costume.” Also not normal. Whatever is this world coming to?

Okay, on to the topic at hand. Several years ago I was a rep for Miche Bags, which are these awesome purses with inter-changable “shells” so you can change the look of your purse without actually changing your purse. Like I said, that was several years ago, but up until just a few days ago, I had a big ol’ MICHE vinyl sticker on the back of my van. My dear, sweet, patient husband asked me a few times when I was going to take it off and I always told him “never.” Because I really liked being able to spot my van easily in the sea of minivans in this great state we call Utah.

But, ladies and gentleman, the time had come to remove it. Because I had a NEW sticker I wanted to put on the back (but not so big). I recently acquired a Silhouette Portrait machine (and by “recently” I mean like a year ago) and more recently, some vinyl, so I really wanted to play around with that sucker a bit.

The problem? No transfer tape. The solution? Google. Of course.

After watching this great video, I decided to give it a go with some painter’s tape (because that I have in abundance). So for the first time in a long time, I have an actual review of something I’ve tried as per the original purpose of this blog. You’re welcome.

THE PROCESS

I started with my already cut-out vinyl and a roll of painter’s tape. I didn’t have any of the fat stuff, so I just layered the skinny stuff on there.
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TIP: You want to make sure you get that tape down flat without any bubbles at all.

Once I had it all covered up, I took it out to the car, having already cleaned and dried the back window thoroughly (that’s muy importante). I very carefully peeled back the tape, making sure it pulled the vinyl up with it. If the vinyl doesn’t come up, press the tape back down a little and try again. Take your time.

Next, I carefully pressed the tape/vinyl down onto the window. You need to take your time here and really make sure you get it down flat without any bubble. Use a squeegee or plastic scraper or something to really make sure.

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I just carefully peeled off the tape, and VOILA! my Zumba (R) love for all to see.

THE RESULT

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WHAT I LEARNED

*Really do be careful when applying your vinyl to the final surface. It’s a good idea to start in the middle if you can and work your way out, squeezing out bubbles as you go. You can see here where I did not do a good job of that and ended up with a LOT of bubbles:
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THE VERDICT

Painter’s tape worked fantastically for the transfer. I think I would only ever use the more expensive made-for-the-job transfer tape if I were doing a HUGE piece that would be a pain in my royal tookas to do with painter’s tape.

The Little Things

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Sometimes I get so caught up in the drudgery of dishes and laundry and vacuuming and feeding and potty training and changing diapers that I forget to cherish the little things about my kids. I’m terrible at remembering the magical moments and really good at trying to hurry them along so I can get to the next thing that has to be done, which will eventually lead to that most magical of moments: bedtime. Let’s just soak that one in for a minute, shall we…….ah, bedtime. Dear, sweet bedtime.

About a year or so ago, I pinned this article called “Don’t Carpe Diem.”¬†I love it. It sums up so much of life as a mother. If you’re a mother or ever plan to be one, you really ought to read it. I love the author’s honesty in admitting that parenting is hard. And it’s okay that it’s hard. It’s even okay to admit that it’s hard. Especially when kids are little and demand so much from you. But because this time as a mother of little people will disappear fast, it’s important to remember the magical moments when time stands still and you see the amazing little people you get to care for and raise.

And that’s what I want to do today. Because they won’t always be this little. And they won’t always say the things they say now and do the things they do now.

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Like how Spiderman seeks out the singing gingerbread man at Grandma’s house every time we visit and sings “Jingle Bell Rock” over and over and over again.

Or how he loves dogs so much.

And how much he just wants to do everything his big brothers and sister do and wants to be so darn independent even though he’s not even 2 years old yet.

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Like how Superman says “chloclate” instead of “chocolate.”

And how his face lights up and he says “I LOVE THAT!” about everything from the Hulk gloves he got for Christmas to the chicken we had for dinner last night (that he wouldn’t eat, because he didn’t like it).

Or how he just loves to play with “guys” no matter their size, shape or character.

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Like how Batman loves to dance so much that he told us, “It’s not me that dances, it’s just the music makes my body move!” And also informed me that if I die, he can take over teaching my Zumba classes for me. (So glad I don’t have to worry about getting my class covered in those circumstances now!)

Or how he’s willing to eat something he doesn’t like for dinner if there’s desert on the line, but only after much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, and only if there’s a timer involved. Actually, in those moments, I don’t really want to remember them, but I imagine him as a married adult acting like that and it makes me laugh.

And how he’s so good at math that when his sister asked me what 9 x 25 was, this 1st grader yelled “225!” before I even had time to process what question she’d asked.

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Like how the Princess wants to do her own hair every day, which involves only brushing it and then looking like a ragamuffin by the end of the day.

And how she asked Dad the other day “What’s the phase of the moon after a full moon?” And when he answered “gibbous,” she said, “Oh yeah, gibbous. I forgot.” That girl is always surprising me with the stuff she knows!

Or how she posts things like this on her door:

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And mostly I want to remember just how much they love each other.

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ZUMBA!

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Okay, so let’s talk Zumba for a minute. (I can do that here because I created a Pinterest board just for Zumba.) I love it. LOVE. IT.

Since the beginning of the year I’ve been teaching a “Not a Zumba” class 2x/week for my church girls because I came to the following sad but true conclusion: I need to work out or I am crazy lady. (Shut it.) I will not work out unless 1 – I have a set time and 2 – someone is counting on me to be there. I love group fitness classes. Not having the $500+ to join a gym and attend the classes, I thought, what the heck, I can teach this! So I did. And I loved it. (Did I mention that?)

So at the end of the summer, I got licensed to teach Zumba classes for real. Like I can even call it a Zumba class. Oh yeah, I’m all official and stuff. Here’s cheesy me headed off in the wee morning hours to the training:

It was a long day of training, starting with an hour and a half long master class and then lectures and working on individual steps and lectures and reviews and a whole lot of booty shaking. Fortunately, there are no after pictures. You’re welcome. I was so. sore. the next day. But it was totally worth it! So now I’m all licensed and teaching at the South Summit Aquatics and Fitness Center and still teaching my church classes (which I just love the most) and¬†loving it all. Mostly I love choreographing a new routine and then teaching it to a class and having them catch on and love it *almost* as much as I do. And while it’s not going to get me toned and muscle-y like weight lifting would, it’s a freakin’ good time dancing like a fool to loud music that makes me a little less of Monster Mom. And who couldn’t love a thing like that?

Have you ever been to a Zumba class? Did you love it? Hate it? What’s your favorite way to stay active? Do share.