|would likely have a field day studying my obsession with boxes. I can't seem to throw one out unless it is ancient or bent - and even then it is hard for me. It's not just cardboard boxes either - I have a gracious plenty of plastic bins and crates , and when I was cleaning the house and storage areas to get ready for my garage sale, I was appalled at just how many I had. I suppose when you are a hoarder, you need boxes and bins in which to keep your "stuff" - but what is the problem when what you hoard is boxes????! (and what is the problem when every time you mean to type 'when', you type 'with?' Sheeesh. I spend all my time correcting typos. )|
On Sunday afternoon, I went into our attic to get out our Christmas decorations and also the last of the holiday inventory from my former business. I discovered some things I had forgotten were up there. For the past 4-5 years I have only gone there to retrieve Christmas stuff at the very last minute, usually December 15th or so - which left me no time to check out all the boxes and bags.
I found what I have no doubt would be at least 100 boxes, and some of them were purchased for a holiday party I had almost 20 years ago. It was a party for Hardee's in Rocky Mount, NC, and I made centerpieces using three stacked, wrapped and beribboned boxes - which had flowers coming out of the top center. I bought more boxes than I needed, so the remainder have been in the attic ever since then - when they could have been put to good use wrapping our presents. In addition to those are boxes full of other boxes. The landfill will be happy to see me coming, I'm sure.
Anyone care to speculate what causes that type of neurosis?