Now, "frugal" probably isn't the very first word to pop into folks' heads to describe me. Sure, I keep my pennies -- uh, I mean, øres -- but something else had gotten into me lately.
For some reason, while unpacking billions of newly arrived boxes, I've been compelled to unfold, flatten out and stack every single sheet of packing paper. I'm equally embarassed AND fascinated -- WHY am I doing this? I think the answer is two-pronged: First, I fear that when the time comes again to move -- even across the street -- I will not be able to find anything suitable enough in which to wrap my delightful dishes. (Mom: Why did you let me bring EIGHTEEN dinner plates? I don't even have eighteen friends! Or acquaintances!) I can't even find a freaking hardware store, let alone a moving-supply store. Second, I am secretly in love with pristine, sparkling newsprint. It transfixes me. The crisp surface has an oaten sheen that quietly whispers beauty to my fingers. No ink, no dirt, no ads, nothing offensive. Just plain, gorgeous ecru.
I also enjoy a good rubber band ball.