Timberline Card Workshop!

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Come enjoy our cool basement is the midst of the hot summer!  We will make 8 cards at two different stations ... plenty for sharing and blessing those you love.  

 RSVP by e-mail rebecca@scrapbook-simple.com or phone 716-492-2789, to reserve your day or evening time slot.  Space is limited, and filling up fast.  Cost: $10

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