Boxes and Bottles

Why do we love the things we do?

I mean, I know why I love my kids and I know why I love books and I know why I love chocolate.

But why do I love weird things?

Like bottles.

I love little glass bottles. Amber bottles and blue bottles and glass jars….they get me going.

When I have to buy bottles for my herbs and oils, I have to resist the temptation to order 100 extra bottles that I have no use for. They intrigue me.

I see the little apothecary bottles and immediately visions of a pharmacist of the olden days, mixing medicines for the little lady standing at his drug counter start running through my head. I want to touch the bottles and have them near me. To remember. To see ahead. To be present in the moment.

Today I was ordering boxes for my etsy shop (which is almost ready….announcement coming soon!).

Those cases of boxes were getting my juices flowing. I keep going back and looking at what else there is to choose from. There’s a feeling of hesitancy as I push the, “Complete Order” button. What if there are more boxes I didn’t see? Maybe I should look one more time.

It’s the same, days-of-old feeling. Like new school supplies. The smell, the crispness, the untouched. I am so excited about getting those boxes. It connects me with the little girl down inside….yet at the same time it links me to the future. Why? How can a box do that?

Surely I am not the only person that gets excited over something weird. What does it for you? Shoes? Cars? Cleaning products?

This will be reposted on my second blog.