I want to explain about something slightly foolhardy that I did and why. I bought a box. Basically, this is what happened:
I needed a case to carry my watercolour supplies back and forth from Jay's house in, since sometimes I am unable to work properly if I am afraid things will get damaged in transit, etc. I thought it would be a great idea to get a vintage suitcase and trick out the inside with my sewing skills so it had compartments for all my little watercolour pieces. So good in theory, right? I am also on a tight budget, so a vintage suitcase seemed like the best option, if I could find one for cheap.
I bummed along the Antique stores on Queen West, but got fed up when one of the shopkeepers laughed at my cowboy boots. (Side note: People wearing cowboy boots could kick your butt and make it count, so don't laugh at them. I am way feistier than I look.) I headed up Roncesvalles and popped into Mrs. Huizengas. WORST. IDEA. EVER.
So I was meandering through, and then instead of seeing a suitcase I saw a box labelled "Box with Secret Compartment". Well this is undoubtedly not a lie, it is also the BEST MARKETING EVER. Nobody who grew up reading Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and every Agatha Christie ever made would ever walk by this box without buying it. It's not that hard of a secret compartment to figure out, since it took me under 5 seconds, but I was IN LOVE.
I looked at the price tag, hyperventilated, hemmed, hawed, then hauled it to the cash register. After bargaining down to $200, I wrapped my arms around my new box and pranced (yes, pranced) home with it. It was only when I placed it down and filled it with all my watercolours that I realized I am an idiot. Is this portable? Can it transport watercolours to Jay's house? Is it under $30 as I intended? Am I going to buy groceries for the next two weeks? NONE OF THE ABOVE.
But you know what? I love this box. It looks like it has always been in my apartment, and nestles in with all my grandma's antiques and my eclectic furnishings perfectly. And you know how I know I was right? When faced with a Hippopotamus Footstool, and Jay hit me with the low blow of "Maybe if you hadn't bought that box you could get one of these", I still had no regrets. That box is way cooler than any footstool.
IT HAS A SECRET COMPARTMENT. AND THOSE ARE AWESOME.