Please pass the laminating machine…

When I was about twelve I went through a stage of laminating anything that felt important or precious to me.  Birthday cards, old family photos, pictures of River Phoenix  torn out of the You magazine.  My little tween brain was obsessed with preserving this odd assortment of things that seemed like they would always matter and need to be waterproof.

When the Ever Lovely Lindsay Jane sent me this simple little mantra the other day, I had the sudden urge to go on a laminating rampage.  To print this out as big as a door and laminate the heck out of it.  Ameezing, Ever Lovely Lindsay-Jane.

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  1. Movan says:

    That gives me pause for thought. Good one, thanks! :-)

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