Paper has never been just-paper to me. I have tried to wrap (pun totally intended) my head around my obsession with paper. What is it that draws me to it, revering it, wanting to save it, preserving it so much? Perhaps when surrounded by massive amounts of digitization nothing feels so real like holding a book, looking at a painting, rummaging through old photos.
At the moment though, my search for gift wrapping paper is of utmost importance. This year I am running short. How much paper do you need to cover four LEGO boxes averaging 3ft x 2ft x 4in in dimensions? A lot. And I have regifted all of my preserved gift wrap.
*spitup cleaners and now ……
Gift wrappers! Six meters in length, they can cover all the loot and Santa himself.
I look at these beautiful pieces (sigh).. and wonder how some of my very best presents are those that come unwrapped. Eighty three birthday wishes on Facebook, twenty nine from people I have never met, an unexpected wild apple tree on the way to the park, a gray-gold sunset…..
Below: Paper in their Second Acts.