I was cleaning off some shelves in the "scary" part of my basement last week. It's the part that is immediately in front of what is affectionately known to the male populous of my home as "mom's wall of crap" to which I take great offense since each and every bit of that stuff will someday have a use. (At least that's what I tell myself on those rare days that I'm attempted to just call the trash guys and have a dumpster delivered, but I digress).
As I'm sure you know by now, I'm taking part in a Vintage Market in Rockford at the end of this week and I was rummaging through boxes of "crafting supplies" trying to find my stash of elastic for a project that I was working on. Well, I never did find the elastic but I did find this:
