Boxes

Little Boxes

The correlation with the title and the image is obscure, so I will explain. I recalled a Katherine Ace painting with boxes, so I went to look at her art. Just yesterday I had gotten hot and threw my hair up, my student laughed and said I looked like a character from Whoville. Basically I had Whoville hair. I laughed too, of course I redid my knot. So I saw this painting and  love it, Girl with No Hands, by Katherine Ace.

But now to boxes. I have this “thing” for boxes. I love them. I am all like “Wow this is a great box, I’m going to keep it”. Big boxes, small boxes, brown, white, or decorative boxes, any box that is a good box. It is strange. I often ponder which lifetime I created this love of boxes? It works out well when friends are moving, and I always have a box when I need one.