Wednesday, April 18, 2007

You see the problem is... Bags are toys.

You know I was thinking just now. I really never followed the rule of "Bags are not toys" printed on packaging (until recently with having a really young one in the house).

In truth since I was weened I can remember playing with bags in some such way.

They make wonderful popping sounds if done correctly.

I think about hours of time spent trying to do something really interesting like putting it on as a jumper. I even did that one recently.

I make pillows out of my old ziplocks. I make necklaces.

My dog will sit there looking at me with her tounge hanging out smiling as I use the bag as a glove and ... a smell proof container.

Sometimes you come out of the shoe store and you admire the bag your shoes are in. "They make my shoes look big and new!"

I find them places. I found one under the rug it was super squished I pretended it was a plate for a second.

My cat if they are tied just right will fetch them for me and feel super proud. Like he really did something.

I save them to. You know what I mean. That pile of bags. Yippee it is full. It makes me feel like I have a lot of something. "Well at least I have lots of bags." "I have piles of bags!"

And oh the hats...

Bags really are spectacular.
And they really are... toys.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Universcale - The significance of insignificance

We all feel important. Like the world revolves around us at times.

But if you think about how large the space is between us and truly significant events you soon realize your importance is a perception.

We are all important parts of the cosmos but very small parts.

Universcale