I think we have thirty years worth of clothing boxes in this room, relics of presents-buying pasts. We suffer from pack-rat-disease when it comes to boxes. “Save that; it’ll come in handy sometime” is our mantra. It’s idiotic, since usually if you buy a new top/shirt/blouse/slacks/dress at Macy’s/Sears/Nordstrom’s you can get a box at the time of purchase.
Before Thursday night I swear I’m going to fold up a bunch of these things and put them into the blue bin.
|From Imported From Migratr|