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What do you do when you buy candy at Big Lots for $0.99 just because you like the packaging?



You eat it, and find it tasty, and use the carefully salvaged wax paper wrappers to decoupage a shelf you've crackle painted.



Then you hang the shelf in your kitchen above the controls for the evaporative cooler and the now defunct jack for the land line. And from the pegs you hang the aprons your mom made for you.



And now you can barely see those ugly controls behind the glorious bowl of cherries apron, though the defunct phone jack peeks out from behind the tomato apron you don't really notice it anymore because your attention is drawn to the marvelous detail. You hang your sister's framed pictures of cocktail napkins and matchbook covers above the shelf, and place upon it your tiny collection of travel trailers and VW buses, and your little wooden kitchen.

And now you're happy, because the candy was yummy and the wrappers were, too.


Comments

Anonymous said…
WOW! I swear I remember that taffy from grammar school, in the 60's! Only I think it was a nickel. I can't believe it's still around and I love how you recycled the wrapper.
6:55 AM
shy_smiley said…
Thanks for stopping by, Vaxgirl. It's wholly possible you remember McGraw's Taffy from the 60s, and that also explains why I love the packaging. I'm currently nurturing a passion for midcentury design sensibilities, especially in print.
7:04 AM
sulu-design said…
Totally awesome reuse of those wrappers! They look fabulous on the hook shelf, and the shelf is a great way of hiding unpleasant fixtures. So smart!
8:36 AM
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