Apartment Therapy -
4 Dec 2017 20:30
I did not grow up in a house that delicately opened gifts on Christmas morning. My mother did not collect all the intact gift wrap, fold it carefully and stash it away for another use. We were savages that ripped open presents with abandon. The more shreds I could get out of each box, the longer the unwrapping lasted, which made me a happier child. (My mother did, however, always save gift boxes--the kind you put shirts and pajama sets in--as well as gift bags because she was no fool.) But re-us...
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