Oh, I don't mean that I read any of it except to mock it before I started to tear out the pages to use to make paper beads. But if you look closely at the cover, you'll see something that I missed for a long time, and that's the thing that made me tear up.
Can you see it? No?
Here's a closer look:
Now you can kind of see it. But look even closer:
The cover of this book was repaired by someone.
That someone used what looks like a bit of an old map and some cellophane tape to make this little patch for the book cover. Why did that make me tear up? This book, this trashy, pulpy, throw-away, sappy romance novel meant enough to someone that they carefully repaired a tear in the cover. I'm touched by that.
Or--perhaps it wasn't the novel that meant anything, perhaps it was the idea of repairing something that is really designed to be thrown away. Perhaps it was one of those people who still darns socks, even though you can buy a pair of socks for sixty cents. I'm touched by that, too.
It's an act of gratitude to take care of things and to keep things in repair. It's a grateful act, and rare too, and it's the kind of thing makes me tear up when I see it.
So here's something else:
There's a little spider that Dave got to sit for a portrait. She lives on our bathroom counter, the second spider to brave the bathroom counter clutter. (The first one disappeared one day after her web got mangled by a small bottle of Benadryl spray that accidentally got knocked over.)
The first spider was called Charlotte, after the spider in Charlotte's Web, of course. This is Charlotte II.
Crafting, Crafting, Crafting
I was a busy little bee today, craftwise. I'm working now mainly on Dave's birthday presents, so there isn't a lot for me to show you. After Tuesday, you can see the cool things I've been making!
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