There’s something about a box. My grandmother from Mississippi loved to send packages. It was so exciting to open it and see what she had sewn for me and my sister. I remember matching outfits in yellow for Easter. She even made hats for us from the parachute her son had used in World War II. Sometimes the boxes were bulging with other things, like home-made fig preserves and one time she included fresh spinach.
I digress. What I am trying to say is that I find boxes, such as small cigar boxes, exciting. One of my usual activities which I miss, because of our current pandemic, is going to estate sales. I have collected entirely too many cigar boxes to use in my life time. However, I will share two of them with you. I call one of them “ME” and the other is “House with Window Light.”