Ahmedabad Mailbox

And I'm not.

Today I'm gone talk about ruining things for odd reasons.

 Wish I had this much money that I could cut it up and sweep up my bugs with it!  Note the 'process' part- how it has all been mounted in the broom in order so the whole image is also a dollar bill.  Everytime you want a candy bar from the vending machine you can pluck a few strands.

And, as compelling as this work might be,. as labor intensive, as detail oriented, there is a burning question in the forefront of my squishy brain;  why?
You just know that everybody who passes this will immediately pick it up and screw up the perfect lineup.  Maybe that's good because it will hit the recycle center sooner with all it's pages bent and curled.  I dunno.  What do you think about these things?  Maybe my thrifty background is hanging on too long-  thanks to Geneva again, farm girl of the depression.  Since I am talking about her so much lately I'll share a picture:

And with that I am headed in to get dressed and go sew old yellow stuff to...  yup, MORE old yellow stuff!  Seems that the studio internet is kaflouie and unfixable by moi too, so that's a good thing and I won't be distracted!  Maybe.