The armband |
Membership card |
Even more than ten years ago, I knew I could not do without belonging to this esteemed group.
I can't recall where I read about it, in a 'zine, perhaps, but it was post-911 as stipulated by part of the treatise typed on a typewriter and then badly photocopied on red construction paper. The membership card, however, is laminated and the armband, exquisitely sewn by someone who knows their way around a sewing machine. Tabs of Velcro are used as fasteners.
There is no indication of the age or gender of the person who went to all this trouble.
What the membership package contained. (not the cat paw) |
Nor the cat. |