Missing Pieces

More peace and rumours of peace. In some of my favourite colours- turquoise and brown.

These thumb shots are for Brian and Rose. Apparently I have horribly disfigured hands with twisted and bent extremities. Apparently when I point towards the location of some random item, it is impossible to tell what I am trying to communicate since my fingers and thumbs bend over and around themselves quite willfully.

So. I made sure to photograph the thumb bending the other way.

So there.

You're just jealous because your fingers don't do tricks.

Delicious brown.

Divine chennille.

Did I ever tell you the story of this chennille? No? Well. allow me to indulge me.

Years ago, I was at a yard sale. (shocking, I know) I spidey senses tingled in the presence of a whole, un-holey turquoise chennille bedspread still in its package. For fifty cents!

I freaked out. I immediately, undiscriminately broke into song animated conversation with the garage sale vendor, waxing on about my joy in finding this marvellous item for .50; about how chennille was sort of a hot item on e-bay, about how .50 was just the craziest price ever.

She wanted it back.

I said no.

But I offered to pay her $5.00.

A 100% mark-up thanks to me.

Winner.

Speaking of which. These pockets are sort of thanks to a lovely young woman named Alice, and partly thanks to yours truly. It was Alice that pointed out early on in this venture that a bag without inside pockets was only a teensey weensey step up from a Krezge's plastic bag. So I obeyed. I also began to use my own bag creations, and after spending months without being able to find my gum or lipstick and losing dozens of Brian's cell phones, I decided that I was easily converted.

Now I'm practically in pocket overdrive.

Which brings me to another point.

The bit about "missing pieces'.

Have any of you more intelligent readers noticed that I've been throwing peace signs out there with great abandon, all the while missing pieces??? See that little stemmy bit cutting right down through the middle of the circular bit? Yeah. Me too. But only after numerous bags have already hit the market somewhat compromised.

I've decided that it is the feminine rendition of the peace symbol. Now don't get all hot and bothered that I say that after suggesting that it is missing pieces. We women miss nothing.

(although I do miss what little memory I used to have. I also miss a stomach without cellulite. I miss summer and spring a great deal too.)

About the bag then.

Roughly 11" wide and 12" long.

Eight pockets.

Starting bid $25- Cdn.

Auction end time: 9:30 pm cst Thursday, January 28, 2010.