It brings back childhood memories, of my mom coming home from a garage sale with a brown paper shopping bag full of books and magazines. Mind you, when I was a kid, the magazines were from the '60's and '70's. Now, they're dated from the '80's, but they still have that fragile look - yellowing pages and torn, worn covers. It's weird to think that little kids might one day be reading the magazines from today with the same awe that I read the ones from the 1960's. Maybe more, because printed magazines might go the way of vinyl records and reel to reel home movies.
Meanwhile, my stash of crochet and knitting patterns grows and grows...
