Acoholism has a bad wrap. Personally, I am blessed to have a neighbor across the street who imbibes. A lot. He leaves me rusted bottle caps to glean from the road in front of his house. He even kindly runs over the bottle caps with his truck, so I don't have to flatten the rusted gems myself. Although, some of these I have primped with a hammer so they are more symetrical. The black crud is the road's asphalt I can't scrub out of the caps. I am calling it a bonus, since I can't do anything about it. ;) Today's project was inspired by Margaret. (Scroll down to her April 30 post.) A brilliant use of a smashed bottle cap! And since I have become fixated with crepe paper, creating a prize ribbon was a natural result. Where do I come up with this stuff? Free association. Knitting random thoughts. Oh, and in this case, a kiwi in Switzerland planted the seed. She deserves the prize for "most inspiring" today.