I never really thought of myself as crafty. I had some crafty-artsy creations near the end of high school, melodramatic poetry with Pollack-styled splattered paint, but that had been on hold for 7 years. It all started when I was searching for a new journal. I was looking at the Moleskins and at the price and I thought: that couldn’t be too hard to make. It wasn’t. I’m a teacher and at the end of each year students throw paper in the recycle bins; I take the paper and fold it to be pages of the journals. My school gets rid of tons of old and/or politically incorrect books; most of them have beautiful or interesting illustrations. They make wonderful covers for journals or note cards. With the left over scraps, I make bookmarks and magnates. I have collected nearly 100 discarded and damaged books. My classroom is filled, my home is too. Stamps! Yes, stamps. I’ve loved stamps and maps since I was a little kid. My first year of teaching, I inherited many boxes of educational materials. One of these boxes was filled with thousands of stamps: from Spain, Hungary, Canada, Equatorial Guinea, Chad, Italy, India, Pakistan, Denmark, Norway, and Sweden. I started using cereal and pasteboard boxes and deco-paging them with stamps and baseball cards on the inside. On scraps of mat board, I made magnets. On scraps of cardstock, I made bookmarks. I hate wasting stuff. I look in my recycling bin and am brainstorming ways to repurpose the packaging.