It started with the perfect vessel I found, at a perfect price... which I went ahead & bought, even tho I decided I was NOT going to do this, this "book fodder in a vessel decor thing." But, my practical self said, if you buy it now - this perfect vessel - you'll have it when you do come across some tattered & torn & ready for the recycling bin books. So I bought it. And it looked quite nice on the library table, although a tad bit plain...
But it wasn't enough. It only lasted a week. And it was beckoning me. And taunting me relentlessly everytime I wandered past. And so, I began the painful & heartwrenching process...
I selected the perfectly fine books I was to maliciously destroy and ripped their covers off. And gathered my materials.
Then I pulled them apart (this was NOT easy & required much strength! WTH?).
I created quite a mess.
But... but, what a beauty, don't you think?