Last night’s Question of the Day on Shakespeare’s Sister was, what’s your obsession? (Actually, it was a long, long obsessive thing on the joys of pumpkins, followed by, what’s your obsession? But anyway.)
So I wrote about boxes. Yes. Boxes. Or containers.
My son drags me through Ikea and TJ Maxx or I’ll just open EVERY. SINGLE. BOX. If it has a lid, I must open it. Boxes are cunnning. They are cute. I love them so much. Every since I was a wee little Deborah. Lids? Oh! Look at the lid! Look at the latch! Look at the enormous amount of room! Look at the tiny amount of room! I could put a safety pin in it. Just one safety pin. Isn’t that cute? Ohmigod COMPARTMENTS! This one has COMPARTMENTS. Look, the dividers come out.
So. Boxes.
I like baskets too.
If they have lids.