I am addicted to boxes, all kinds, all shapes, all designs and empty of course. How can anyone function without boxes? In my boxes I keep lists, neighbors phone numbers, my fireplace ignitor, kaleidoscope (a small one), special pictures, coasters, my cell phone, my little Panasonic camera, anything you want handy, but not on a table or counter, and money, what about all that change, in the box it goes. In fact, like my colleague Paula Sharon, I see ‘things’ as dust collectors. But I love those ‘things’. My boxes can help with those accessories. Put them out, put them away, in the box, fun to change. I buy boxes to give as gifts, who doesn’t need a box, or want a box? Then when you visit whoever you gave your box to, you get to enjoy your gift box again. I sometimes make a box to organize my closets. Let’s say when you can’t find the perfect fit for a drawer or closet, why not make one? It’s in my DNA, my mother was OCD. I learned from the best.
Here, I share a few Christmas decorations .
I even like those flat cardboard boxes with handles. The ones we get at Costco to carry our goods to our car and into the house. We just bought the most fantastic wood box to hold our fatwood stiks for our wood stove. We will always keep fatwood in it because we use them all winter long. We’ll put it away in the summer, then be pleased to see it again come November.
This post was inspired by Author Thea Devine’s Wednesday blog “The Red Box” at the Seven Scribes.
Do you have your own box story?