Remember I said that my Dad would say my night-time prayers from my little childhood prayer book until I was no longer a child? On my 12th birthday (when other girls were having expensive Bat Mitzvahs) my Dad gifted me with a more adult prayer book to serve as a guide through my life. I also have this Bible, dated 1919, a family heirloom. 
Who covers these precious gifts with sticky contact paper in a flocked olive green (disgusting) and a tiger print (totally inappropriate)?? You guessed it, little Evelyn. The Jewish calendar (thank you Dignity Memorial Chapels) hanging in the mud room will be replaced next month so I used this opportunity to recycle the absolutely gorgeous artwork into new book covers for these two treasures. I must admit I feel great about showing my books the respect they deserve and also by figuring out a way to still see the Year 5772 calendar's artwork!
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