The LBD Finds The Most Sacred Box

Jan 8, 2011 by winjaw

So the Little Black Dress and I recently spent a few hours emptying out a storage shed. For observant readers, that means we are down to one.

This is cause for major celebration. For those not up on said shed saga, please feel free to pity us by reading this post.

My point in visiting the shed, a journey I detest with all my heart and soul, was to empty it out. I can handle green eggs and ham; I cannot handle sheds whose sole purpose is to store stuff.  I do not like stuff as you will discover in this post.

Anyway, my simple man-boy mind just thought The Dress was along to help accomplish this task with me. You know, the whole two becoming one,  united we stand, simplify, simplify, simplify.

Silly man-boy.

As it turns out, the LBD had an alternative motive. Said motive involved finding a couple of supposedly “special” boxes still packed away in the shed.  And she found them after flying and climbing over a myriad of other boxes. All the time I’m like, “what the heck are you looking for?”

“Oh, nothing.” Yeah, until she found them and she started doing this really weird jig/song/dance like the Munchkins in the Wizard of Oz. For the record, the previous sentence was solely for illustrative purposes. I never indicated, suggested or implied The Dress is a Munchkin, looks like one or smells like one.

And what was in these most sacred boxes?

Magazines.

Now when I say magazines, I mean magazines. Like those things you see in every grocery store, book store, newsstand or whatever. Magazines – made of paper, with words and pictures and lots of ads.

Silly man-boy.

Because no. These were special, nay, said magazines were sacred, at least according to The Dress. Apparently, there was a glow about them and they also shoot out some special aura.

“They make the creative juices flow,” she said, and said quite emphatically I might add when I asked why I moved three boxes of magazines halfway across the country. In other words, the discussion was over.
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If you haven’t already guessed, these “sacred” magazines involved photos and stories of various houses. I believe the term is decorating and designing magazines.

The houses in said magazines are:

1. The type you will never live in nor afford.

2. Contain furniture that is only for “show” and can never be sat on.

3. Involve contests among the owners as to who can spend the most and add the most zeros to the price tag of something the LBD can make for $57.63.

4. Have never, ever, seen the light of children.

But the LBD is happy. So happy in fact that to date, she has sent out not one, but two messages regarding said magazine find to her Facebook friends. And her friends are actually celebrating this with her.

And I am completely lost.

Now if it was one of my fly rods or that special knife or book I still can’t find, I think I could relate. But I’m having trouble comprehending the whole magazine thing.

And that’s the point. We are individuals. We like different things; we place greater emphasis on something that another person thinks is a waste. God didn’t design us as robots, but gave us each special abilities, and yes, so-called infatuations. And we are better off for that, especially if we remember to use those God-given abilities as we should.

And the LBD is happy. And when the LBD is happy, then the Sons of Thunder and I are happy. So read and savor away, Little Dress, savor away.