The past couple of weeks have been very busy with Christmas decorating, shopping, parties & wrapping. In the midst of all this busy-ness, I've discovered that there is another way I take after my big sister, Barb. Boxes!!!! My name is Jean Miller and I'm a hoarder. I save boxes of every shape and size. There's really no reason so I guess you'd say it's an addiction. While wrapping presents recently, I went to the cabinet to pick out a few boxes and when I opened the cabinet door a flood of boxes fell onto the floor. As I was picking through for the perfect size, I muttered to myself, "God, I'm obsessed!" Jim happened to be walking by and asked what I said and when I told him he said, "Yeah, I know." Some of the boxes I have saved are from gifts I received from Officers at JCI over the years. Now, in my defense, they are not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill boxes. They are very fancy smancy boxes. How could I possibly throw them away? I thought this is the perfect time to use some of these boxes up and free some space for the ones I'm sure to receive at our January Board meeting when our new 2009 Board of Directors come to town. So I used a silk-lined, leather-look box to wrap Angie's music video. I used a golden, swede look to wrap Johnny's I-Pod Touch. I used a wooden beauty to wrap gloves for Brian. See what I mean? You wouldn't throw these exquisite boxes away either!
Last night I was looking for a box to wrap some slippers for Meagan and when I found a dark blue, crinkled box with a brass clasp I knew it would be perfect. I brought it to my wrap station (the family room ottoman) and opened it up to put the slippers inside and found a bunch of smaller boxes inside. It was too much trouble to take them out so I just stuck the slippers in a gift bag. I really don't know what I'll use the teeny, tiny boxes for, but if anyone needs some, I have plenty.
I also have the regular shirt boxes in 3 sizes that I keep in another cabinet. So far I've used 2 of them. And I can't forget the shoe boxes, copy paper boxes (with nice lids) and regular cardboard boxes that I have in the garage just in case I need them for something. Last weekend, I happened to notice that there were a few boxes on top of the freezer in the garage that I didn't recognize. When I asked Jim what they were he told me he saved them in case we might need them. So there! I'm not the only one!
The problem is that since we will be opening gifts here on Christmas Eve, I'll probably inherit most of the boxes back.....
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It must be a Grandma Preli thing. I use to remember that she'd always fold and save wrapping paper. If I remember correctly, I think you saved a couple of bows from my shower gifts.
It runs in the family, this box saving thing. We were cleaning out our basement a few months ago, and Greg took a stuffed van load of junk to the "dump". I kid you not, over half the load was nothing but empty boxes. I don't know why I was saving them except that I thought they were too nice to throw away. So instead, I paid someone else to throw them away (it cost us $25 to empty the van at the "dump"). And now that it's Christmas time and I have gifts that require boxes, I've had to go out and purchase more.
I guess the box hoarding/obsession thing is in the genes! You know, I haven't missed mine at all this year! And Jeanne, another thing we have in common---my wrap station is the ottoman in my family room too!!!
Oh, and I really need ALL the teeny, tiny boxes you have (I need 125 or as close to that I can get). I needed them for a project and didn't have any and couldn't figure out where to "buy" them! Sad...
That is hilarious!! I definitely did not inherit the gene. I am obsessed in the other direction - I throw everything away... Case in point: Last year Sandy sent us a rather large Santa Christmas Countdown calendar. I was to fill it and send it to Mindy this year, she to the Lapps next - you get the point - a roving Santa. Well, Sandy told me, "You might want to save the box because it is such an odd size." Guess who didn't save the box? Guess who was totally late sending the d*** Santa because they had to go and find (translate into buy) a box to accommodate the darn thing? Maybe your obsession isn't too bad after all!!
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