That’s a Wrap

I finally organized the spare room closet. Yikes! For shelving, I put a small bookcase the same width of the closet at one end, perpendicular to closet door. This photo was taken facing the open closet and looking left.

I am ready, apparently, to wrap a present of any size, any shape, any color, or any dimension at any time.

Resting on top of the bookcase is a lifetime supply of tissue wrap (not visible in photo). Congregating on the top shelf are raffia, twine, jute?, tulle, wire-edged ribbon, and thirteen colors of crimped curling ribbon. Ah, how jubilant I was sometime in the 1980s when I snagged all the curling ribbon at a going-out-of-business sale! Does anyone recall a gadget that you ran the ribbon through to not only curl the ribbon but divide it into tiny strands? The result matched an 80’s perm.

In one basket I have bows, in the other plugs of ribbon remnants. My reputation for gathering up silk ribbon at the end of Christmas to re-roll and re-use is as eye-rolling as an exasperated teen. What can I say? My parents both lived through The Depression.

Gift bags are stuffed into the space to the right. On the floor is a jumbo roll of black chalkboard paper and a tall box of assorted rolls of wrapping paper.

And my favorite gift to give? A gift card to recipient’s favorite store!

4 thoughts on “That’s a Wrap

  1. I am still using up a big bag of ribbons that was donated to our church rummage sale about 20 years ago, which I bought myself immediately for a pittance. I thought it the most splendid acquisition. Spending money for gift wrap will never seem right to me!

    • I agree! I love a handsomely wrapped gift, but don’t want to spend $5 for something that will be ripped and torn in less than a minute.

      I hope by having everything together and organized I will make better use of the things I have.

  2. To read this post is to love it. 8o’s perm. Eye rolls. Gift cards. Most of all the newly-acquired knowledge that there is such a thing as chalkboard wrapping paper and now I won’t rest till I have some.

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