Now, I am glad I haven't been that kind of pack rat, that way lies madness and probably divorce. But...if only...sigh.
On the same subject but in a different vein, today I've been making cards, I owe about ten people thank yous and birthdays and just becauses. I'm in a funky kind of mood today, the kind of day when you don't comb your hair and might possibly be seen in the post office with your bunny slippers on. So I've been using a kind of aged and distressed packet of paper...and look what I found!! Paper selvages!! My mind is boiling with ideas!
...so Dear Cindy, my long time Facets Friend, and baby of our group, our star that has lost about 100 pounds, is a primo quilter, and is now sending out book manuscripts to editors that I expect to recognize her talent; Happy Birthday and here is the very first paper selvage card, tea dyed even. It will shortly be in your mail box. Quilter's drool envelope and all~
I'm not too old to have brain farts
The American Goldfinches are back (Think Snoopy's friend Woodstock. They really do fly like that.)