Renn, I am still collecting the spent grounds into a little tub which I used to use for crayons and has a lid with a small piece chewed away, which I blame on Mum for refusing to allow more than 11 toys out a time, and so I needed to manufacture some of my own. The lid was going to be a a helicopter but not only was I denied running with scissors, but yet I was not also allowed to use them to cut plastic with.
I have added some zest of oranges and lemons to the mix, and run my fingers through the drying lees daily which actually feels rather good, a sort of granular yet toasty texture against my skin, making me wonder about an exfoliation capability if mixed with ground down pummice, and then marketed in time for christmas in a woven wicker basket shrouded with plumped up tissue suffused with faint aroma of sandalwood and gift wrapped with wide ribbons curled, and then I wish I still could have those scissors once denied. I think the ribbon could be a deep and lustrous dark tan, that would look good.
Of course the wickered basket when empty, could then be utilised in the kitchen, for storing used coffee grounds. I love circles and how things can be coerced into coming a full one.
Lizzie xx