A week ago, my "baby" brother turned 38, and in keeping with my theme of giving him zombie-related gifts, I decided to try my hand at altering a baseball hat.

The good thing about using a font similar to The Walking Dead? If it's messy, it goes with the look! It's really difficult to iron vinyl on to a baseball hat . . .

I came up with the gruesome idea to use my daughter's hands as the bloody handprints. It's as though a zombie child took a bite out of his head.


Below is a close-up of the t-shirt I made him for Christmas. *giggles* Zombie-puns!

Nowadays, you can't swing a proverbial cat without hitting an Alicia, Allysha or Alisha. However, growing up in the 80s, I was always The Only Alicia in the entire school - and I grew up in a very large suburb! Each school year, the teacher would call out attendance for the first time, invariably pronouncing my name as, "A-lish-a" or "A-lee-see-a" and sometimes, "A-lisa." It got to the point where the entire class would chime, "It's A-lee-sha!" en masse, while I just smiled.

On family vacations, I searched, in vain, for my name on key chains, magnets and the like. There was never a licence plate or sign reading, "Alicia St." Now, I can find my name everywhere and I shamelessly buy anything I find. 6 year old Alicia still wants a fuzzy tipped, pink pen with her name on it.

My nieces, sister-in-law and practically every friend HB has in school all have unique names. I imagine they all feel the same as I did - "Where am I?" they must think. That's why I go on personalizing binges. My Silhouette Cameo is a treasure in this department - I can pretty much personalize anything I can create. In this multicultural society, I can imagine a lot of kids named Khushi, Jiya, Prabroop, and even non-traditionally named kids like Yukon, Blaise and Nevaeh are in the same boat as Little Alicia.

So, if you cannot find your name emblazoned on toothbrushes and notepads - I can make it happen for you!