I got an awesome book for Christmas called The Veganomicon. It’s lovely and perfect and I don’t want to slosh the cover with cooking shrapnel. Thus the memories of Jr. High book cover making entered my brain and voila! The book now looks like my old math text book, except this time I have a boy’s name (grown man at this point) to put in the heart with mine. Not to metnion, the Class of 86 graffiti that was an absolute must, way back before we all realized how old it would make us feel 20-something years later.

Yea, good old book cover scribbles!!

I even got it to fit pretty snug without ripping the bend...a true master never loses her touch.