I’m a Bad Little Girl for Tearing up a Book

I’ve been wanting to try altering a book, so I bought a nice, hard-back book from one of those one-dollar stores for… well, a dollar. It’s in great physical shape and it states inside that it is made from acid-free paper. To keep the book from fanning out too much, I needed to tear out some of the pages, especially since the book has well over 300 pages.

As I was getting ready to tear, I felt extreme hesitance and reluctance to tear those pages. My stern elementary teachers came to mind. So, I had to just make myself tear that book up. So, as I was tearing, I said, “See that, Mrs. Jackson? Take that, Miss Dowell.” (Mrs. Jackson and Miss Dowell were actually sisters.) Once in the second grade, I was reprimanded–and rightly so–by Mrs. Tarbox for mistreating a page in the state-owned textbook. So last night, I said, “See that, Mrs. Tarbox?” and mistreated the page before tearing it out.

Now that I’ve torn up the book, I am free to make it into a marvelous art form. When I finish, I’ll post it here. But–for now, I’ll put up another piece of art so that readers may have something to actually see. A copy of this painting of beautiful orange flowers is available at
Lenora.Imagekind.com.