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I'm sure many of you busy readers use a planner to stay organized, especially since there are so many fun and easy options available right now. Allow me to introduce Melissa at Dorky Doodles. She's our guest blogger this week, and she's going to tell us about how she uses printable planner stickers. Included in her post is a link to BOHO-CHIC PLANNER STICKERS! Take it away Melissa...
This particular sheet of stickers works best in a mini-sized planner. All the stickers are smaller and fit great on little pages. I like the mini Happy Planner from Me and My Big Ideas , but they’ll would work in any smaller planner.
Set your printer to photo settings but make sure you choose “matte” as your paper choice (it prints differently for glossy paper). Then all you need to do is make sure the paper is facing the right direction in the paper tray and hit print! So easy, right?
But my absolute favorite part about cutting out planner stickers is that I can tell my kids that I’m “very busy”, then watch one of my favorite shows while I cut, and it’s not like I’m technically lying. It’s great!
Now that all your stickers are cut out, you’re ready to use them in your planner. Use as many as you want because you can always print and cut another sheet! You can store the leftover stickers in a small container to use later. And since the stickers are individually cut you’ll never have to worry about storing a huge, but mostly empty sheet, because all those in-between bits are in the garbage where they belong!
Gloria pulled up behind the house and puffed out a long breath. Her shift at the spa had been a busy one and her feet ached like the dickens. Tugging her keys from the ignition, she shook her head, remembering Beatrice’s visit that afternoon. Lizzie’s mother had a way of dominating the scene.
As she stepped out into the chilly November evening, Gloria chuckled at the thought of Beatrice marching into the spa like a bomb hitting its target. The woman had the tact of a steamroller.
A gust of wind whipped a lock of curly red hair into Gloria’s face, making her shrug deeper into her coat and pick up her pace toward the house. No sleeping dogs obscured the back step tonight, she noted. Fergus must have let them in to sleep in the mudroom. “What a softy,” she murmured, shaking her head.
Cautiously she stepped in, navigated past the sleeping dogs, and closed the back door, keeping the creeks to a minimum. Tiptoeing, she headed through the living room and quietly opened her bedroom door. Snoring sounds came from her Grandfather's room across the hall, so she relaxed, relieved that she'd not disturbed his sleep.
In her room, she shook off her coat, then used one toe to pry the other heel from her winter boots. Dropping onto the end of her bed she huffed out another long sigh as she watched her stocking-clad toes wiggle, enjoying freedom from the heavy boots.
It was guilt-free crafting in her mind, because she needed a planner. It was practical. Unlike her card making, which had to be vigilantly controlled or the time and funds spent went wild.
She flopped back onto the bed to stare up at the cracked ceiling. Christmas was starting to pop up everywhere, like flowers in the spring. Soon the community would be eyeball deep in decorations and holiday activities. She loved Christmas and normally looked forward to the hubbub and chaos, but this year…