I love bows. Christmas package bows. Red, green, silver, striped, I love them all. I love them so much I keep them.
In a giant bag.
That's where bows go to die because I - never. use. them. again.
Nobody touches my bows. They're in the bag. Safe. Safe from you, bow stealer!
Yeah, that makes no sense but it's what I do. Send me a present for Christmas and put a bow on it and I will carefully, like a surgeon, preserve the bow and put it in my bag like some kind of Predator collecting skulls. Oh, and if I can collect some of the wrapping ribbon, too, that's like Predator pulling out a spine.
Not quite as creepy. Right? Srsly, right?
This year I resolve to use my bow collection for good. I can't say I've been changed for the better, but because I have my bow bag, I've been changed for good.
OK, you can look up that reference. However, if you get a package from me with a bow on it, rest assured it was a loved bow, a treasured bow and a bow just for you.
P.S. If you feel inclined to send the bow back to me I've included a SASE. Love and kisses.