Not a New Bookmark

Once upon a time, I was given a bookmark that quickly became my favourite.  It was made of fabric with glorious stars on one side and another pattern on the other that I can’t remember (clearly I didn’t look at this side quite as much).  Small weights were sealed in either end to keep the bookmark in place or to hold down fly-away pages if you happened to be reading in a breeze, which happens more often than you might think.

As time went by and the well-loved bookmark kept my place in book after book, certain wear and tear began to take place.  A little hole here.  A little patch there.

Eventually, I had to face facts: if I didn’t do something soon, the weights were going to fall out of the rapidly-developing holes and my bookmark would be no more.  But I didn’t want a new bookmark, so what could I do? Continue reading