Having been notified by FedEx that my art supplies were in Wisconsin due to inclement weather, I was concerned that I wouldn't have what I needed for our next class.  Here's what arrived the next morning!  (The glue and the liquid paper are for other projects :)   I felt like I remember feeling the week before school started - grade school, mind you - getting a new pencil case, and newly sharpened pencils, and a looseleaf binder, and a pack of new paper.  Oh, and a pink eraser and a pencil sharpener...  Such loveliness setting out on this new adventure with all of you!

-Ellen

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  1. Barbara BashFebruary 27, 2021 at 11:01 PM

    I love this box assemblage and your description of the excitement in opening - reminds me of Pooh and his happiness with his pencil case - yeah !

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  2. katieFebruary 28, 2021 at 12:03 PM

    love that back-to-school supply feeling. and picking out my outfit for the first day of school...oh to be young again! ;)

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