In addition to a few long-term projects, I'm making envelopes out of magazine pages and a botanical book I found at Boysville. The paper used in old books is sturdier than newer books and works great for paper crafts.
However, I'm making them in bed, the reason being that a big ole possum was just outside my back door when I was ready to return the casita. I rattled my critter-scarer and turned on the light, but neither fazed the little guy.
I have nothing against opossums, but I don't like looking at them due to their resemblance to rats, which bless their hearts, they can't help. So I turned on MSNBC to catch up with the coronavirus information and made envelopes in bed.
I had bought a book at Dollar Tree to alter. This process involves gluing pages together and doing designs and collages on the thickened pages. I also liked that the word on the spine of the hard-cover book was Happiness. I thought I'd read a few pages before destroying the book for my project.
But I couldn't stop reading. The memoir by Heather Harpham called The Crooked Little Road to Semi-Ever After Happiness, hard back, priced at $27.00--how did such a good book wind up in the Dollar Tree?
Not everything can be figured out at 2:00 in the morning, so I'll just keep reading.
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