Actually, I think there are bat homes called bat boxes, a concept I find troubling — can a weasel box be far behind? But I was using batty in it’s colloquial meaning: I love boxes.
Shoe boxes, Faberge boxes, Whitman’s Sampler boxes, Tiffany blue boxes wrapped with a white satin bow, velvety hinged ring boxes, the maroon box that contains my daughter’s American Girls doll Samantha. But man, do I love Japanese boxes, all of them, with a concentration in bento boxes. Another post, another time.
In the United States we have a noble, elegant rival to Japanese boxes: it’s just too bad the Shakers were celibate. But my Shaker sewing box will be the subject of another post.
In fact, my second favorite movie ever was based on a Robert Louis Stevenson story called “The Wrong Box.”
I mean, that cast! Peter Sellers alone, as a cat loving abortionist who uses his kitties as blotters is a reason to queue it up on Netflix.
If you have two square pieces of paper and one minute you can make a beautiful box, an origami classic called a masu box. You need a fast and dirty receptacle for some earrings or hairpins? Bam! Taking some fudge to a coworker on his birthday? Bam! You just want someplace to collect pocket change? Bam!
Here are a few I’ve made, from origami paper and flyers tucked into my mailbox. The biggest one is about four inches square, the yellow one is smaller than a Starburst candy.
I like these instructions, because I always prefer photos to diagrams:
Please go there. Square up a couple of pieces of printer paper, and make The Right Box.
(I was without power last week — it’s not about me being lazy.)