Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The dream home

So I was having the old "well, when we were kids, we used to..." discussion today and discovered that I was the only one at the table with a cardboard box phase. Since this phase would have ended circa 1982 or 1983 (to be replaced shortly thereafter by the boom box/Madonna phase), this photo is not of one of my creations (although, even now, I wouldn't mind getting my hands on a good refrigerator box, you know? They can just become so many things. I remember particularly well creating a Corvette just like Barbie had. Yes, out of cardboard. OK, so I had to tell people what it was, but as I recall it was where I penned my first, last, and only love letter to Mr. Adrian Zmed. Good times.) And after we completed our Barbie vs. not-really-Barbie discussion and the difficulties of having older sisters, I decided my parents made the right decision in giving me only older brothers. I didn't realize just how lucky I was to have both a dream house and a car all to myself. Sometimes being the one and only rocks!!
And yes, I'd prefer to have an actual dream house and an actual Corvette, but I can only afford the cardboard box. Plus, I like markers!

1 comment:

Mundane Jane said...

When Muffin was at home (right up until the time she started dating, if memory serves) there was always an empty box stationed in the center of the living room or kitchen floor. Apparently, her daydream never wavered--she longed only to have her very own place. Each box was some variation on her dream home.