Last week I went to the Goodwill bins. I didn't get too much. But, I did pick up a wooden crate that looked brand new. It probably came with some Harry and David pears in it or something. Even though I didn't know what I would do with it, I bought it. I have a weakness for boxes and it remind me fondly of the decorating of my youth.
When I was a kid my Mom would get wine a couple times a year at the Santa Barbara Winery. The wine would come in these nice wood boxes that I would stack in all different ways in my room. They worked like bookcases and little tables. It was real cozy and I always liked the way it looked.
When I was in my twenties I would get old crates and hang them on the wall for a cheap shelf. It worked out good. So, the other day I took the wooden crate box I bought and put it up on my wall, just to see how it looked. I liked it. It isn't fancy or stylish or anything. But, it makes me happy. I guess I haven't change much.