I’m dying to start filling up my shabby journal of scraps prototype, but I am impatiently waiting until class starts so we can do it together! Finishing up with the last of my parent conferences tomorrow brings me one step closer to that end. REMAINS OF THE DAY on a bus coming to a town near you. Soon. Start saving your security envelopes that come inside your bills!
And while I’m on the subject of things the postman slips inside your box. Howz about this?
Okay, so a little dog-eared & chewed up, but a great surprise nevertheless. A thick Papaya catalogue printed on luscious paper! Did one of these land in your box too?
I will be making several purchases out of this baby then cutting it up and taking it back to my craft monkeys and putting it in their scrap bags. These images will have them scratching each others heads and squealing for at least a few days.
Today we played in the itty bitty visual journals. After clean-up was finished one of my bossiest punks fished every last piece of scrap out of the trash, deposited them on my desk in all their wrinkled glory, and announced that a Waster Person had thrown out good paper that could have gone back into the scrap bags.
After a brief, but zealous pontification on the difference between scrap and trash, everyone was instructed to raise their right hands and repeat the I Shall Not Waste Good Scraps Vow. I, Mary Ann Moss, am officially a drama queen.