There's just not enough pop ups in the world...
I love paper. I have loved paper since as long as I can remember. In fact, one of my first memories as a kid was making crafts, and not the glue and macaroni kind but folding paper and learning the art of Origami. I remember being friends with a little Asian boy in my kindergarten class in Anchorage Alaska, at the Anchorage Christian Schools (obviously a private Christian facility) that was part of my parents' church, Anchorage Baptist Temple , and while I can't remember why (maybe it was my birthday) his mother brought me a package of origami paper and a simple origami book. That was it, I was hooked. I love the smell of the origami paper (if you've ever worked with it you know what I mean) and I was fascinated at how with a few simple folds and absolutely no cuts we could make amazing things...frogs that jumped, balloons you could actually fill with air (though they of course would not float). The sky seemed to be the limit. I wish I could remember the little boy&