I save pretty things. Ribbons. Buttons. Flowers. They come from gifts that have been given to me where care has been taken in the wrapping. I always think I'll use the silken pieces of others generosity to gift my own presents. But they sit together in tangles with the yarn and thread and knitting needles, the tools of all the abandoned projects that looked more beautiful when they lived inside my head.
Still, I save them, for a someday.