Throwbacks are always fun. I didn't have to flip my wrist too far back to throw this baby back to the forefront. I simply had to pick it up off the chair arm because you see, it's packed and ready for the post office. We've spent a fair amount of time out and about the last two weeks, so JC, my personal assistant of sorts, gave me permission to enjoy a full day off. The post office will be there tomorrow.
I bought this Penguin Publisher's book bag for obvious reasons. The fabric is fabulous. It's sturdy, well made, fun, and durable. It's the perfect background for the Postal Pig Misty gave me a few years back. I finally filled it. No, I didn't keep count of my coin. The pale pink oinker just gobbled down every cent, and wouldn't give up the little message inside. I'd do a jelly bean jar count contest but I don't want to give away any of my hoarded coins in case someone won. Besides, some are valuable keepers. Wheaties? You bet! Thank you, Misty.
"Life in every stitch," indeed. Examination reveals the proof in the pudding. Graphic designers see with all their eyes, including the ones in the back of their heads. I like labels as much as I do ads. Tags have tales to tell, so please read them. You'll be surprised. I promise.
Asante? The Asante or Ashanti people are in West Africa. I've had three DNA tests done to help me discover my genetic make-up. Talk about surprised! In the end the test reinforced my natural inclination to embrace people from every culture. Instinct is a better word. My family has DNA from almost every "color" on the planet. There's black, brown, red, beige, white . . . Maybe that explains why I am crazy for ethnic bags? (grin)
I wish I knew how much of the money from Life Bag goes to the women who make them. They should get the lion's share because women are the heart and glue of families. I couldn't say that without checking facts, so here comes the "proof in the bag" pudding:
Everything on this bag is perfect. I wish I knew who did the graphics! They're simple, easy to read, and powerful. The story-in-a-drawing sold me.
They got me, coming and going! Cute. So . . . I bought two bags. One for me. One for you. And, both, for Life Line Mums. Mums really are a family's life line. Of you want it, you can have it. Simply send me a postcard with the words Life Line on front. No purchase necessary. The deadline is September One. JC will pick the winner, blindfolded, by sticking his hand in a bag of copperheads mixed with your cards, and yanking out a postcard. The winner will be announced September Two. By the way. Why are there so few give-aways lately? Hmm. Are people tired of winning free stuff? I might give away two bags if they're still available when I go in for my third and final injection. "One never knows, do one?" said Fats Waller. Either way, this mama's got a brand new bag! Want one?