Hello. My name is Barbara, and I am a wrapping paper addict.
My addiction started decades ago when I discovered the rush of going into a Hallmark store where I could feast my eyes on square packages of gaily printed Christmas papers, matching bows, tags, and stickers. As years passed, packages became long rolls, and the assortment of accessories like pre-made bows and adhesive tags became overwhelming.
Why? Why does any addiction overtake us? Is it because there is something fundamentally missing in our hearts and souls? Do we feel somehow that the world is too much to bear, and we need something to help us cope with all of it? Is there a causal factor in my DNA…a Hallmark gene that has mutated? I don’t know these answers. I do know that wrapping paper, and the selection, purchase, and, yes, hoarding, of it,makes me feel better. Happier. So, I “collect” it, and use it during the Holidays…but not all of it. Each roll or package must have a scrap saved. Just in case I ….er….want to look at it in the future. Just in case………
Many of my friends have commented on how crazy this addiction is;some have tried to intervene, and stop me. Yet, my desire is strong, my longing unfulfilled. Each year when the calendar turns to November, my search for gift wrap continues.I have tried limiting the number of rolls I purchase. I have tried hard to not get up early December 26th and head out for the 50% off wrapping paper sales. But nothing really works.
I do know that my favorite childhood memories include staring at that magnificent decorated Christmas tree, and dreaming of what those shining packages might hold.The magic of those moments when my family was around, and times were good. All that silvery paper gleaming out from under Nana’s tree.
My name is Barbara, and I am a wrapping paper addict.