Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Considering there are five posts to catch-up on, it is probably not a good thing that my reserve of creativity has been diminished by thinking about unique and thoughtful bottles. I'm sitting here, listening to my brother jabber on about this and that on the phone, waiting for him to hang up so that I can say good-bye to him before his four month excursion over seas. With all this noise, all these thoughts, I've developed a fairly significant block; one so severe that I have been spun off into a pretty miserable and off-topic tangent. Maybe after a quick trip to get ice cream with the family will refill my stock of creative juices; bidding a proper farewell to my bro will certainly clear this blockage and relieve me of this pressure.
But to finish this post quickly, this bottle was filled with Kix cereal; you know, the one that is kid tested and mother approved. On the label a kid is seen riding a scooter, a kick-scooter to be exact. Even without a drop of creative juice, one should be able to see the connection.
Be back to finish up the rest of these posts soon,
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Similar to the disappointment Bart Simpson felt with his growing sponges, I am left wanting more from mine; unlike Bart, however, I didn't have to sell my soul for the money to buy them. Here's my reasoning; I figured each sponge would grow to roughly the size of a Taco Bell hot sauce packet. Since it only took 27 of those to fill I bottle (see Day 138), I figured that 30 growing sponges would fill the bottle to capacity. I imagined pouring the hot water into the bottle and shoving all 30 of the tiny encapsulated sponges under the surface. I imagined that they would grow to such extremes that the miniature monster sponges would be elbowing each other against the glass like enraged hockey players. Unfortunately the results were less spectacular.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not sorry I chose this filler and am, in a way, happy with the number of monsters within. If it were too full their shapes would be indistinguishable and the bottle would just be a colorful, soggy mess.
The F.T.L.C., that's "Filler-To-Label-Connection" to the layman, is rooted in childhood memories. For me, I think of all those summer days in the driveway with a box of sidewalk chalk. I think of the sponges they used to package with the chalk that could be used as an "eraser" when wetted. I imagine clearing the chalk off the driveway with the hose and am reminded of the scene from the Simpsons where Bart is using his hose to make his Tyrannosaurus Rex sponge grow in his driveway; an act that would result in the sponge being washed down the sewer. Stevie thinks of Easter and how in her basket she always got chalk and these growing sponges. That's the beauty of the F.T.L.C., we all have our own.
Sticking with the Simpsons theme...
P.S. - Pic extravaganza!
The setup. One Jones bottle, thirty "Grow Capsules"...
A preview of the shapes to come...
I imagined these as pills and thought about what would happen if one were ingested...a thought that I will leave to the reader to think of...
And away we go...
Starting to dissolve; check the gooey, dissolving plastic sinking downward...
A hand emerges from one of the eggs. Very "Jurassic Park"...
Soaking it up...
This blue guy was hanging out perfectly in the rear of the bottle...
And this yellow dude was chillin' on the bottom,
And, finally, a green goblin posing front and center in the neck of the bottle...
Monday, September 28, 2009
Posts like this, ones where my dad is particularly well-versed, are just begging for some snappy comment or "just-so-you-know" kind of correction. I'm sure I'll use some improper terminology or describe something incorrectly, but luckily my dad is a follower and will be here to fix my mistakes. With that, I proceed to Day 141's bottle.
In today's bottle are metal shavings, metal drill-press remnants, and other artifacts and discarded scraps of metal collected from the shop at the company where my dad works. In particular there are brass filament-like coils, aluminum corkscrew-like coils, tightly wrapped steel coils, and other metal chips and shavings. The metal structure that looms over the observer in the picture brings forth feelings of cold, industrial steel. Machines grinding away, spewing out greasy metal chips; machines turning metal into parts that will be used to make other machines.
Metal to metal; the metal structure on the label, the metal bits in the bottle.
Yet another bottle made possible by Bobby,
Sunday, September 27, 2009
This is how my garden grows...
We'll start with the label as its connection to the filler is essentially a corollary. On the label a woman sits in a greenhouse donning her wide-brimmed gardening hat. Before her and within the glassy confines are dozens of plants and flowers and dozens of potential plants and flowers. The power to take dirt, seeds, and water to make life is incredible.
Inspired by the label I decided to give my own green-thumb a workout. Inside this bottle is another Jones-a-Day science experiment; my own pseudo-greenhouse. Potting soil, a layer of mulch, and grass seeds. A little water and sunlight and, hopefully, in a few days, some sprouts. And, hopefully, in a week or two a fine layer of grass.
Why grass? Well, honestly, because Meijer doesn't carry seeds for gardening, only bulbs. It seemed crazy to spend five bucks on a bag of bulbs and only use a single one, and I really didn't want to grow a flower in a bottle given the limited amount of room within. I just wanted something that sprouted, like when you grew bean-plants in elementary school. I was about to take a photo of the bottle and lie to you all, just tell you there was a seed in there until I had a chance to buy a proper packet of seeds. Having quite the guilty conscious, I decided against that. Luckily dad was around and suggested I use the grass seed mix we keep around to fix patches in the lawn. How perfect; grass is hardy, easy to grow, and sprouts the way I wanted my plants to sprout. I could also grow many sprouts in a small area and the grass will grow to a good height.
I'll keep you updated as my "garden" grows,
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Big thanks to Jbyrd for this one, really. I had been slowly collecting dryer lint from both my house and Stevie's and had acquired quite a collection of different colored lints. The problem was, because I had put so much effort into collecting the filler, I wanted to save it for an appropriate bottle. Well, Jbyrd texts me and lets me know that he has some bottle to give me. Always happy to accept bottles I run outside to meet him. Included in the bottles he handed me is this one showing rows of laundromat dryers. How...incredibly, PERFECT.
The connection here could not be more obvious.
Thanks for the bottle, bro,
Out of the 113 hot sauce packets borrowed (read: stolen) from Taco Bell, only 27 were needed to fill this bottle. Doing the math, let's see, carry the one - yeah, that means I have 86 "Fire" flavored sauce packets to expel on my next taco night.
Don't get me wrong, though. Whenever the drive-through attendant asks if I need any hot sauce I always reply, "Yeah, can I get a bunch of fire sauces?" Taco Bell's idea of "a bunch"? Three or four. So I had to take matters into my own hands. Instead of the drive-through, I opt for the walk-in and carry-out method. My idea of "a bunch of fire sauces"? Oh, 100 or so.
The fire sauce packets look cool, I only wish there were a way of smashing more into the bottle without popping any. The bottle is full to my standards, but could always be more full.
The label shows a little reflecting pool with water in it. Fire sauce is normally coupled with cold water or, better yet, a cold beer. Also, the way sauce flows around and squishes in its packet reminds me of water in a small confined space.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
It is always hard for me to claim that a bottle is my favorite. With so many categories to consider - best looking, most fun to fill, most meaningful, etc. - it is hard to label one bottle the best. Especially after 137 days of bottles, a lot needs to be considered. But this bottle has a little of everything. Visually it is stunning, in real life there is so much to look at and subtle things to observe. The filling process was fun too; peeling the crayons, observing them melt, choosing which colors to put in the bottle next, and where to put them. Any bottle I have to work for usually comes out looking good, especially when there is a puzzle to solve. How does one put peanut butter in a bottle? How should we melt the crayons? The filling and melting process was fun, but also meaningful. I've always known that my dad was into my project; I knew he followed my blog and is supportive of me stealing food from the pantry. He is always giving suggestions about how to fill bottles and has thought of some unique filler ideas. As much as I knew he was interested in Jones-a-Day, today I realized that he may actually be excited about the project. From the minute I asked him how he would melt the crayons he lit up with ideas. Setting the thermometer, melting the crayons, deciding what colors to put in. The fantastic results are due to him.
In today's bottle are melted Crayola Crayons of various colors. I stayed away from the earthier colors, but a few tans made their way in. The label shows a tree and an older brick building. The side of the building reminded me of the elementary school I attended as a child; Orchard View Elementary. I thought about all the coloring I had done between kindergarten and fourth grade. I thought about art class and crayons. I thought about how all those crayons are long gone; broken and melted somewhere.
The bottle reminds me of the time we went on a family road trip and a box of crayons was left in the car while we enjoyed the day at an amusement park. When we returned, the box had melted to form one giant crayon.
These memories makes this bottle even more special,
P.S. - OH NO! Get out of that oven, Jones!
This bottle was so cool, I had to show it from more than one angle, so here's five different, more detailed ones for you to enjoy...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Oops, that one was my bad. I posted the image and got so caught up in baking brownies and making grilled cheese with tomato soup that I completely forgot I had no description. My forgetfulness was probably due to a lack of excitement about this bottle...really, it was one of those "I need filler and have no money, so let's see what's in the cupboard" kind of bottles. We had six bottles of A-1 Steaksauce in the pantry and two bottles in fridge. It took 1.2 bottles to fill this Jones, and the results? Less than awesome...barely more than crap.
It's disappointing really. I love Jones Soda, I love-love A-1, so one would think the combination would be amazing. Too much of a good thing, I guess.
The label-to-filler connection came to me during the filling process. Imagine, for a moment, there is a steak in front of you at the dinner table. Now, if you don't eat meat, just pretend. So you are looking down at this steak on a nice, bright, white plate. All you need is a nice helping of A-1. Now imagine you are a shark, a great white. If you are not actually a shark, just pretend. You are looking up at a nice, juicy SCUBA diver with a nice, bright, white sun behind him. All you need is a smear of A-1, right?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Every once in a while I fill a bottle and am blown away by the results; this is one of those bottles...
The plan was to do a typical make-up post. You know, post a bottle for the missed day and one for the current day. Well then I got onto this whole "fan" thing and couldn't help but make the posting series just one bottle longer.
Move aside Day 71, I think I have a new favorite bottle. Not only is the label-to-filler connection so amazingly and simply perfect, but visually this bottle is phenomenal. The colored label showing a snowboarder at the peak of a launch, the idea of silent, smooth carving. All this in contrast to the simplicity of the black-and-white chocolate Snow-Caps. The smooth taste and smooth tricks. The snow-caps in the photo with the Snow-Caps in the bottle. I love this bottle.
The fan here is, once again, the fabulous Miss Sunshine herself. Along with the over-priced googly eyes came four boxes of the Snow-Cap candies.
In a way, my love for this bottle is strengthened by the idea that she cares so much for me.
P.S. - Had to include this for another fan of mine. You may remember the coworker of mine mentioned in Day 82's bottle. Well, after close one night, while we were straightening the store, he had won everybody working that night a toy out of the claw machine. For me he snagged a Kung-Fu Panda knock off. I call him "Martial Arts Bear of Asian Decent"...
P.P.S - Of COURSE there are more people to thank, probably too many to remember so if I forget anyone I apologize. There is my family for their support, ideas, and aid in the collection of fillers. Bre, my first follower and short-term counselor, and Pea for being there too. To Andrea and Tammy, the inspiration behind several bottles and cause of so many good memories; also for supplying several bottles.
Heck, if you are reading this page, anyone, anywhere; thanks for visiting.
"Googly" eyes; over 1,000 of them from my guesstimates. There are a few people to thank for this one, which makes it unfortunate that I cannot write a novel for today's post as I had for Day 133's. So who's to thank?
1) Laura for the bottle. Not only was this bottle, featuring a child with somewhat googly eyes, supplied by Laura, but the idea for filler was too. This bottle was left empty for a while, I was tempted to fill it with other things but knew I had to carry out Laura's wishes. The thing is, googly eyes are rare to find and expensive to buy. Luckily, I have other fans.
2) My mom; when she caught word that I was filling a bottle with googly eyes, she went on the hunt. One day I walk into my room to find a couple small packages of googly eyes sitting near my dresser. A few days later she hands me a larger bag; bought specifically for me. Without these the bottle would still be half-full.
3) My Aunt Kay - mom must have spread the word about my googly eye hunt because, after a trip to see her family in Troy, she hands me yet another shipment of eyes supplied by her sister, Carole, my Aunt Kay. Luckily my mom's side of the family has always been crafty - I had enough eyes from Aunt Kay to fill a large portion of this bottle. I am also happy to say that mom must have spread the word of Jones-a-Day too; she told me that Aunt Kay had went through the Jones archives, reading all the old posts. So, everyone, welcome the newest follower; Aunt Kay.
4) Stevie. Enough said; I thank her for a lot of things, so when she insisted on buying three packages of overly-priced googly eyes I nearly melted. I'm happy to see such a devoted and loving fan on almost a daily basis.
So to you Laura, and you mom, to you Aunt Carole and Stevie, a thousand thank-you's.
At least one thank-you for every eye in this bottle,
I owed my followers two bottles; one for the missed post yesterday and one to fill today's bottle requirement. To make up for the missed post yesterday, I decided that the bottles I post today would be a small homage to the people I am almost certain follow on a regular basis. So the next three bottles are for you, the fans. Each bottle posted here tonight, the one for yesterday, the one for today, and the bottle for tomorrow, were all made possible by specific Jones-a-Day followers. Thanks.
Day 133's bottle, the bottle that should have been posted yesterday, is filled with, what the package calls, "Pillow Mints". I've seen other packages describe these mints as "Party Mints". They are the small, soft, pastel-colored, almost chalk-like mints often seen at dinner parties or sitting in candy dishes. Delicious if you ask me; I love the smooth texture and the way the chalkiness and mint coat my tongue. It is really hard to describe, but the mint seems to cool my mouth as the texture seems to make the mint swell. If you want to see what I'm rambling about, find a swanky dinner party or hotel with a big buffet and chomp down on a handful of these candies.
So, I bought the mints, did the filling and photographing, and am posting it here by myself. Where does this "fan-theme" come in? Well, the bottle was supplied by no stranger to Jones-a-Day. Remember the "kid" from Day 65 and Day 48? Well, like I had said and alluded to in those posts, he is off to college. Mitch and I go way back, pretty much went through all the phases together although I was a handful of years older. From Hot Wheels to Pokemon, Power Rangers to Lego's; now we talk philosophy, talk tech, and skate. I finally visited him on campus today to see his dorm. After a quick tour, real quick, he and I cruised around campus looking badass together.
So here's where his contributions come in. While on Facebook I see a picture he posted in his status-update feed. It's of a kid holding an empty Jones soda. I jump to the picture and throw out a comment pleading Mitch stop the kid and steal his empty bottle.
A text message that includes this photo and one line that says, "bro, I got you covered".
Mitch has been collecting bottles for me around campus and has been spreading the good word about Jones-a-Day. The bottle seen here is one he obtained for me.
Thanks, "Little Mitch".
Haha, I had to say it at least once,
P.S. - Connection between label and filler can be any or all of the following;
1) The mints can be considered "Thank You" mints.
2) The child is reaching for something; make me think of people reaching into a candy dishes for mints.
3) The term "sleeping like a baby" makes me think of pillows; these were called "Pillow Mints".
4) As I kid I was always getting into the candy; much like what I assume this one is doing in this photo.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Short one here, so let's not drag this out. The filler is Purina One dog food, "borrowed" from Tyke and Charlie and their loving masters. The label is a picture of cat.
Dog food in a cat bottle; it's supposed to be a joke,
P.S. - It's okay, I took some of their food but gave them some of mine when I was filling Day 114's bottle...
I say that because, sure, pipe cleaners look all innocent and fuzzy, but concealed underneath the fur is a razor sharp skeleton of bendable metal. Imagine my pain as I used my index finger to press these furry straws into the bottle, their pin-like frames pushing back into my flesh.
So, originally, I chose this bottle because I feel cats have an affinity for cheap, furry, sting-like things. But after my painful experience with the metal innards of the pipe cleaners I imagined cats looking innocent in fluffy in the same way but having the potential to scratch and maim me. It is an odd metaphor, cats are pipe cleaners?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
So the picture was posted a day early, and the description a day late. So, all-in-all, we can call this one a wash. Not on time, but not late either.
The title served more than one purpose. On the day the picture was posted I was a day behind. So, all at once, I posted for the day I missed, the current day, and, for the first time ever, I posted for the next day in advanced. So, in essence, I was posting for a future day, hence "into the future".
But the real story behind the label comes from the label-to-filler connection. Jones Soda is a very charitable sort of company. This particular line of bottles encourages consumers to recycle. Most of the pics in this line have something to do with trash, waste, or recycling and include the green "reduce, reuse, recycle" logo in the lower right corner. You can see another one of these bottles in Day 88's post.
So what is in this bottle? It may be hard to tell, but this bottle is full of used motor oil; a substance that is often neglected to be taken care of accurately. Motor oil is hazardous to the environment and, in most places, it is unlawful to dispose of it improperly. Using it for harmless projects such as Jones-a-Day is only one way to recycle your used motor oil.
There are recycling centers in every state that can also take it off your hands,
Um...hard to find a connection between label and filler here that is 100% politically correct. Moreover, it is hard to word the connection I am thinking of that is 99.9% P.C. With that, I suppose I'll just come out and say it. Know that I am the middle child of three; my older brother and younger sister are both Korean, so I hold no prejudices here. But white rice is often associated with Asian cuisines, more specifically, associated with Chinese food. Now, there is no way to tell if the girl on this label is Asian, let alone Korean, but her black hair and general demeanor remind me somewhat of my sister, Emily. Emily, as I mentioned before, is Korean. Now, I'm not positive that Korean food is as heavily associated with rice as Chinese food, but that's not the point. The point is, when I think young Asian girl, I think of my little sis. When I think Asian cuisine, I think of rice. And thus, filler-to-label connection.
Finding the connection was kind of a stretch, wording it was even worse,
So today's - um, make that yesterday's - bottle is filled with miniature marshmallows stolen from the cupboards of Little Miss Sunshine herself. On the label an aggressive skier is seen inverted in the middle of a backflip with snow-capped mountains in the background. There were several thoughts behind the label-to-filler connection, all of which are closely related. I'll try to articulate them all clearly, emphasis on try. I'm sure I'll forget some thoughts.
So let's start off with the texture of the mallow, the color. Soft, white, powdery like freshly fallen snow. The texture like tiny pillows, air bags as the title indicates surrounding the flipping skier as if to assure him a safe landing - even if the stunt goes wrong. The taste; sweet. The flip itself; sweet. After a day of skiing, sledding, snowboarding; after a day in the cold, having fun, what's the go to beverage to warm up with? To sit next to a fire and sip on? Duh, hot cocoa. And what is hot cocoa incomplete without? That's right, tiny marshmallows.
That's about it,
Monday, September 14, 2009
It could be the fact that I've been smitten lately, it could be the fact that my recent filler purchases have been sweet in both taste and sentiment, or it could be that my stockpile of bottles revolve around the "L"-word; what ever the reason, today's post may contain 100% of your daily sugar*.
Goody, goody, gumdrops! Two lovers sit on a bench, the ocean whispering its lullaby, the sunset dancing on the reflective ripples before them. A sweet, somewhat stereotypical scene. Corny to most, but for those whose hearts seem to pump for the affection of another, a powerfully picturesque image of passion. Sweet and corny, yet beautiful and enticing. Goody, goody, gumdrops.
Filler to label connection should be clear by now.
*Based on a 2,000 calorie diet,
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I found these in the store the other day, they are, like, miniature American Gladiator jousting poles. The box calls them, "cotton swabs" and they came in a box of 500 count. I'm not exactly sure what creature is supposed to use these "Q-tips", I haven't been able to find American Gladiator mice for years.
Okay, so obviously the above was a poor attempt at humor. Today's bottle is filled with cotton swabs, sometimes called by the more specific, brand name "Q-tips". It was always a joke that the American Gladiator jousting poles looked like giant Q-tips, I tried to make the joke work in reverse.
I was looking for a bottle, any bottle, it really didn't matter to put these cotton swabs in when I found this bottle. I cannot describe to you how annoyed I get when I have water in my ear. I shake, I jump, I stab at my ear with Q-tips, I blast more water up there in hopes of some capillary action pulling the initial water out, I've even gones a far as taking a plunger to the side of my head. So when I saw this poor bloke, upside down in a pool of water, I imagined that he'd be going through a similar torture.
I'll save him one or two,
As special as today's bottle is, there is not a lot that can be said that wouldn't complicate how simply intricate the label and filler are. Two hearts, joined together forever. Love, happiness, joy. The willingness to do anything, to give everything, to stop whatever you are doing to be with someone you love.
So here's to love, to butterfly kisses and endless smiles; to being two separate people connected at the heart. Here's to being loved, to being together even if you are continents apart. To falling head over heels for that person, even after all this time. Here's to missing them whether they are just down the road or half a world away.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder,
P.S. - Today's bottle is filled with these little candy hearts. They are kind of sweet, kind of tart, and look like this...
Friday, September 11, 2009
There is not a lot I can say without coming across too political. Jones-a-Day is not about stepping on the toes of others and is not a soapbox for my own points of view. Regardless of how you feel about the war in Iraq, there is no excuse for not supporting our troops and showing respect to their families here at home. For defending our freedoms, for protecting the lives of others even if it means risking your own, for every tear dropped, for every sweaty brow, for everything you do for us and the U.S., thank you.
No matter where you are, worldwide, I don't need to explain the significance of this particular bottle on this particular day. The filler is yellow ribbon to show my support for our troops.
Home of the free, land of the brave,
Thursday, September 10, 2009
What do this bottle and the bottle posted on Day 118 have in common? Go ahead, scroll down a few posts and think about it. Give up? They're zombies. That's right; resurrected, reborn, given a second chance to at life. What am I talking about? The "P.S. pics" will surely remind you, but in case you needed a larger refresher, go back to Day 64.
The filler is Sweet n' Low sugar packets. The well-known, easily identified, familiar pink pouches of sugar substitute seen in restaurants and diners nationwide.
Normally I buy bottles because their labels are meaningful, particularly artistic, or if I have a good idea about a filler that matches the image. This bottle, however, was purchased because the image carries an outstanding sense of peace for me. The outdoor park, the smoothness I imagine when hitting a nice, concrete, pyramid-style tabletop, the slick looking hubba ledge in the background. Skateboarding is such an art, this image is one of my favorites. The connection here is basically that the image is as sweet as the filler.
P.S. - Zombie bottles!
And BONUS! Me on a sketchy kicker popping it...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
The funny thing is, as I sat in class daydreaming about Jones Soda (lol), I was brainstorming what I would write for each bottle I posted today. I knew I had to update and edit a few posts prior, so I had made the decision to put a disclaimer at the front of the newest post (i.e. this post). Here's the funny part; the first, faithful follower of Jones-a-Day, BreMarie, offered me a pretty nice segue into such a disclaimer. So ATTENTION everybody jonesing out there; all posts will come with a pic and a description. Take today for example. I had filled and photographed six bottles. I had to rush off to school, so I was only able to write about the first ones. Now that I am home with some time to spare, I have updated the rest. Day 116's post is another good example. I had to leave that one without a description because time did not permit it. Now the "Mele Kalikimaka" is complete with random thoughts. If there is ever a post with just a picture, chances are a description will be coming later that day or sometime in the near future.
So, I feel like I should get this out of the way, but yes, I know the song is "Smells Like Teen Spirit", but again, I was trying to be clever. Today's bottle is filled with, as the packaging calls them, "PomPoms". I thought they were just cotton balls of different colors, but they are actually little balls of soft, furry, fibers. One hundred of these mogwais, or Gizmos if you are not up to speed on your Gremlin terminology, come in a pack. I used 95% of them...hehe, math.
The teenager on the label, filled with angst and covered in punk-rock-like attire, would probably never use a pom-pom for anything but kindling. The idea here is supposed to be oxymoronical (not a word, but should be). The preppy, colorful, soft PomPoms against a smokes-in-the-bathroom, dark, edgy punk-rocker.
How's that for rambling, Bre?
The title attempts to be clever, but I fear it has failed desperately. At the end of a box of Frosted Mini Wheat cereal is, what I call, the chaff. Just shredded wheat. Not in block form anymore, just sticks and fibers of wheat. So, one day, although I enjoy eating the chaff, I started collecting the grains.
So the filler is shredded wheat leftover from Frosted Mini-Wheat cereal. The label has an owl on it. Owls say "whoo". So the titles kind of mashes these two ideas.
I chose this label and this filler because I felt they would look good together in terms of texture. That is, I felt the ruffles and feathers on the owl kind of looked like the chaff.
As it turns out, the filler and label look awesome IRL,
I'd like to sit here and blab about this and that, but I want to get the logistics out of the way. Today's bottle is filled with napkins, mandatory for any successful party or picnic. I wanted to hurry and get that in because, in my opinion, today's filler kind of resembles balled up diapers. Not having children of my own, and not having friends or immediate family with small children, you would think that the image of a balled up diaper is one that I am unfamiliar with. I mean, I don't remember ever seeing my diapers being rolled up, taped, and tossed out. So why does the image of this bottle repulse me so? Because, believe it or not, I, on more than one occasion have had to throw away a used, balled up, discarded diaper that some careless, disgusting, disrespectful customer abandoned in a shopping cart. Seriously, it takes a special kind of a-hole to pull something like that. "Oh, I don't feel like throwing away my babies crap, I think I'll let one of the jerks from Toys R Us do it."
Yeah, that was a small rant, but people should know how lousy retail employees get treated.
The label reminds me of going to the park as a kid. Blowing bubbles in the sunshine. Swings, wood-chips, picnics and PB&J sandwiches with a napkin for a plate.
I guess, from what my sister describes, that these are loom loops. Tiny, slightly stretchy rings of fabric used to...loom things? What's the proper word? Weave? Yeah, that looks right. So, anyway, today's bottle is filled with these rings of fabric used to weave textiles using a small hand-loom. I guess the million-dollar question is what the heck to call these "rings".
On the label a man's hand is seen playing a guitar. I saw these loops and thought about strings. I saw a guitar and thought about the same thing.
Sorry, not much to say here,