
I was just going to find an url to link to for this book, but I ended up buying it. Darn that speedy and convenient checkout at amazon.com! Without homework to do, I am finding time for my excessively detail-oriented crafts again. I am considering making cigar box purses and selling them to rich Brentwood hags for a fortune. Maybe Carol and I can open a little web site and pawn our carpal-tunnel-inducing wares. Bead barrettes, paperclip jewelry, and cigar box purses. We could call it junkjewelry.com or something. This website has a cool "trash matcher" that gives ideas for projects based on what kind of garbage you have. My love affair with castoff objects continues.
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It's always interesting to check my Web stats the first few days of the month. You never know from you're linked, and once the stats pile up, it's all Google, Yahoo, etc. I'm glad you appreciate the Trash Matcher. Many have panned the site, so your comments were refreshing. I think you'd enjoy visiting ecoartware.com. Everything there is made with the environment in mind. Also, I'd like to recommend my daughter's site, The Lost Soul Companion: http://lostsoulcompanion.com. Susan moved to Santa Cruz for a short time, and when she returned, she started writing The Lost Soul Companion. The book was picked up by Random House, and they bought the rights to The Not-So-Lost Soul Companion. It has a section on Hollywood (Hollywouldn't) that you might enjoy. I
didn't mean to ramble, but since you are also artsy and somewhat near in age, I thought you might enjoy visiting her site. She'd probably enjoy hearing from you, too. Have a good one!
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