I'm still "bagging" it in my neck of the world, wondering how many ways I can use the WFM bag's graphics without repeating, all the while editing and embellishing--pushing the imaginary envelope, since I haven't come to creating that part yet, and being pleased with my simplistic approaches. It's like the sculptor once said about how the Davids are already there in the marble just waiting to have the extraneous bits chipped away so they can reveal themselves. The designs are copyrighted as of 2016, so I'd been courting them subconsciously for awhile now. I only saved the lovely snowflakes from the winter bags although I did use some of the blue bees; no way could I let so many circles go to waste. Please bear with me while I indulge.
DUBL LIFE. Does this mean my recycling efforts make it a TREBL LIFE? *grin* There was a time when we'd have used these bags for our text book covers. I preferred grocery bags to the book covers we could buy in the school commissary; they were made of the same paper but sported our school mascot instead. Which reminds me! JC brought me a lovely wood smoke smelling bag from a "pit" stop on his way back from Oklahoma City last weekend I'll share it with you soon. Goodness, but there seems to be a lot to share lately! May the circle be unbroken.
This was meant to be a simple, "Oh, I forgot to mention how valuable the WFM bag handles are!" But I am too long-winded for that, and show-and-tell allows me show and tell you how easy bagging it really is. I also get to tell you how I drove myself to the book store today. I sure did! JC had a doctor's appointment, and I figured it was now or later. I went for now, and I'm glad I chose today to let the sun dry my wings, because I got to see one of my favorite booksellers, Pam! It's been awhile 'cause she had major surgery, and was out recovering; she also has a new grand, a lovely baby girl who's so adorable I want one too! We made a tentative date to meet up real soon. I'll tell you more about the other in-the-book-store-stuff tomorrow. I spent time in the coffee shop sipping a chai tea while I read the intro to my new book.
There was mail! A lovely penciled letter from a lovely woman whose hand looked so different in graphite that I was stumped because I didn't recognize the style. Pencil certainly brings out a different part of our personalities. It's amazing. I'll share the experience with you tomorrow. "She" told me such a heart-melting story about the pencil she used, and about friendship and emotions that mark us for life. It's special and endearing, and worthy of being retold in print in a book like the special one I bought. And let me tell you . . . I only bought a single book today, which means I broke my promise not to buy another book until I'd finished three of the five I've started. But it is so worth my lapse. This is a book of "true stories about facing the unknown," and the first story comes from the author of a book Phonelady gave me! I must stop here before I give away the plot for tomorrow's post. I can hardly wait. But since I must . . .
What a shame craftsmanship is lacking here, and in every other bag WFM pays for. They're made in the USA too. The store wastes money on these messes. Far too often a single bag rips before the sacker bags your purchases, has to start over, and two bags are often necessary when one should do. They still beat plastic 100 percent, but the handles serve a repurposed purpose too. I'm able to use almost every part of each bag. It's a little like using every part of a butchered pig: from the snout to the tail, and even the oink and the bladder. Did you know a hog's bladder was sometimes used as a ball for children back in the olden days? Don't even wonder how I know this.
The R is missing in Rain forest, the T is barely legible . . . and the E is missing in Alliance. On to the handles: I cut and folded a two-inch section from one handle, glued both ends together, then glued the piece to the serrated section to hold a many-folded message, and tucked it in place behind the little green frog.
See? Well, I can't show you the message!
Endless circles. May the circle forever be unbroken.The doily has a lovely something tucked inside too. It's reminiscent of the hankies ladies used to have tucked up a sleeve. I guess that's where "What's he got up his sleeve?" comes from, huh? Clever Darcy had a blade tucked up his in "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies." Can't believe I watched that and confessed that I did. I'm sorry. I watched it twice.
JC accidentally discovered the waxed paper that mysteriously disappeared upstairs. I didn't even try to explain. It's a long shameful story, but let me tell you: Waxed paper is a handy tool when you need to glue stuff, separate pages, or . . . for whatever comes to mind. I'd use it for stationery if I could find a stylus thin enough and if I could write with it and not burn myself.
This creation has taken a week to blossom. I had no idea who it was for either. Then suddenly I just knew. It came to me late last night when I believed it was complete. It knew all along. And another thing. If you ever need tiny tiny flowers, go with lentil blossoms. There's a story behind this too.