This No. 4D Small Parts Cabinet was a gift from my college pal Joyce. The label says Suggested uses: Home work shop, sewing room, child's room, stock room, gas stations, radio shops, watchmakers.
Truth be told, I am a small box junkie. But this is not just any kind of industrial gray box. No, ma'am. This is a creatively inspired box collage, pieced from Joyce's heart.
Its contents are about me, about Joyce, and about what can inspire us. And what can make us laugh. ("We have a kitchen because it came with the house," says the strip of paper in the corner.)
It's about writing in colors and maybe adding French fleur-de-lis ribbon to a quilt that I finally started making last week. (Joyce and I chose the fabrics for this particular project, oh, two years ago. Maybe longer.)
It's about mother-of-pearl buttons from her Mom's button box. And pictures of Joyce's parents, heartbreakingly young. (This was the drawer that made me cry on my birthday. I can only manage a quick peek every once in awhile.)
The last drawer has a new pair of embroidery scissors, Glue Dots and this picture:
This would be Joyce successfully creeping me out with the notion of a hand, which happens to be hers, plunging naked into a candy bowl. The setting was our daughter's wedding in August, and yes, I am in therapy, possibly forever, because of it.
So, 349 days to get my act together, if the Christmas Countdown Clock is to be believed. I don't know if I can rise to a box collage of this caliber for everyone on my list, but try I shall.
Any gifts stand out for you? Or are you just as happy with a bottle of aftershave and a Florida fruit basket? Leave a note in the comments section. And please, for me, always use the candy scoop.
Each week Naperville Now participates in Mrs. Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. This week we are studying the letter H. See what other Alphabetarians are writing about here.