This, this is a bag of rice. A very big bag of rice.
As I unbungeed it…yes, we close it with a bungee…to refill the container that lives in the cabinet, I realized this bag represents many phases of my life. As a mom of a little peanut of a child, I would have looked at this bag and thought, man, I could make the cutest a-line dress for Olivia with this. I had already made a dress out of a vintage pillow case for her…a rice bag dress…adorable. Next phase, I see a prop for Olivia’s grade school teeny tiny birthday party. We made oversized playing cards, candy bars, and other bits of hugeness for the kids to hold in their teeny tiny photoshoot. Fill this baby with cotton and bam, they would have looked amazing lifting this over their heads. Phase of the moment, a pat on the back for scoring this and other restaurant supply sized food items during the pandemic. Keeping my family fed was my main job, it all worked out.
I am thankful for the many uses for a comically large bag of rice.