I'm embracing my heritage, getting prepared. I won't be one of those people crying because they ran out of pom-poms.
Preservation...canninng...mummies....see the link?
Walking into Zim's was a blast from the past. It reminded me of my grandma who collected pom-poms too. The craft store is closed now, and my grandma is gone, so I'll keep these memories around me...so I won't forget. I love my studio because it has all of my favorite things; supplies, treasures, tokens of happy memories. It's a room of my own. I was thinking last night as my kittens and I were madly working on Halloween collages that we probably spend more hours in there than anywhere. It's a good feeling space.
They are so pretty, all fluffy and colorful. I hope I don't accidentally eat one.
This is Just to Say
ReplyDeleteI have eaten
some of the black pom-poms
that were in
the mason jar
and which
you were probably
saving
for some art project or another.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so fluffy
and so well-preserved.
*unrestrained laughing!* this post is the awesomest!
ReplyDeleteOkay, you made me LAUGH OUT LOUD! I'm so glad you won't be crying because you ran out of pompoms . . . Cassie, you are fun. Love, Suzy
ReplyDeleteYou are HILARIOUS!!! I am so glad you've got the pom-poms...better to be safe than sorry. How sad is it that Zim's is bye bye - no more crazy doll parts, no more colorful pom-poms, no more random 70's craft stuff...I am so sad.
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant way to store pom poms! Beautiful preservation.
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