I have an obsession with boxes. It's takes a tremendous amount of willpower to not pick up every great box that's thrown away at my office and bring it home and stack it in the garage with all my other great boxes. I'm certain I'll need that one particular box at some point and I'll rue the day I didn't grab it and rescue it from the trash pile.
I think my obsession stems from the way I pack when I have to move. Although I've only moved twice in the last 20 years, the flashbacks continue. Everything is wrapped in bubble paper, boxed, taped and labeled. The thought of placing anything other than my computer, plants or lamps in a car, truck or van unboxed and unbubblewrapped makes me sweat.
So, I have a garage full of boxes. Wonderful boxes. Perfect for mailing things. For example, if I were to have to mail a Christmas package to my brother's family in Arkansas, I could go in the garage and choose the perfect box. That's what any sane person would do. Right?
Of course, I said "sane" person. Four times this weekend, my mind blew a fuse. The first three fuses went in rapid succession when, while watching Dream Girls then Drowning Mona, I couldn't remember the names of John Lithgow, Destiny's Child or Will Ferrell. The fourth blown fuse occurred at Target when I bought a box to mail a Christmas gift.
I didn't even realize the absurdity of buying a box until I finished wrapping it for mailing, grabbed an empty Amazon.com box sitting on the floor right next to the wrapped-for-mailing box and carried the empty box to Box Heaven in my garage. The bolt of lightening hit me as I was staring at my mountain of boxes looking for the perfect spot for my newest little empty treasure.
"I just bought a box. I actually bought a gotdamn box. Sonuva Will-Ferrell-Destiny's-Child-John-Lithgow! Al Gore is going to be pissed."
9 comments:
I like the boxes that copy/printer paper comes in... they have lids!
Just... - Ah, the magnificent paper box. The King of Boxes: perfect size, perfectly stackable, sturdy and, drumroll, it comes with its own lid!
wehen you said "boxes" I thought our twin body/one soul thing had kicked in. I love boxes too, but not that kind---having no garage or storage space, boxes are anathema to me---I wear my new shoes home. The boxes I love are tiny, japanned, shellacked, embroidered, covered in silk, satin, brocade or ribbon,made of porcelain, brass, glass wood or leather, and except at Christmastime, they live on a bamboo bakers' shelf. Long ago, they had brothers and sisters that I bought myself, but when we did the big cutback, I just kept the ones people had given me.
Didn't you just love DROWNING MONA?????
One of the best!
Oh, yeah, I have a thing like that but its with bowls???
Lorna - I like those little Limoge boxes.
Zina - Loved it!
I understand completely. I really need a garage for just such things. I like boxes you can fold flat and paper boxes with lids too.
Unfortunately fire inspectors don't like boxes :(
Susan - Fire inspectors,huh? That reminds me. I better check my smoke detectors. Thanks!
My big thing is with notebooks.
Specifically 5-subject, college ruled.
I could have 3 or 4 of them completely unused, but still want more. I even asked Santa for one this year.
I have issues.
Grimm - Interesting. No, really, that's interesting. I'm weird.
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