I found the perfect burlap tarot bag for my rustic, homespun-looking Anna K tarot. You're supposed to put ice in it and hit it with a wooden mallet to make cracked ice for drinks, but I won't tell the good ol' boys in Kentucky if you don't. Now I'll be the envy of all the male tarot readers in my neighborhood, or at least the one or two others in the State of New Hampshire. Of course, now I do have to drink all that bourbon . . .