I've had a bit of a traumatic day today. When I started my job 8 months ago I was given a draw to store my things, things like sheets of paper, work in progress and tools. Not a massive draw, but not a small draw either.
So far so good, but the problem arises, you see, from working in an environment that creates heaps of paper scraps everyday; beautifully square cut scraps from the guillotine, strips of somerset and bockingford and heavy smooth cartridge, offcuts of books like mini books in themselves, and I find it almost impossible to throw any of these things in the bin, because (as the classic line goes) I'll definitely find a use for
that...
So, for 8 months, in the draw they've gone...

And today was the day I had to sort it all out, because for at least a month now the draw has refused to close :)
To make myself feel better about having to get rid of all my lovely stash (well, I say
all, if only that were all... I still have a shelf full, and a wardrobe or two full in my house, oh, and some boxes under the starirs, but you never know when you might need a nice bit of paper do you :) )
Anyway, to make myself feel better about all that stuff I couldn't use I re-purposed some boxes that had been sitting around into... well, more boxes, but boxes that will be very useful indeed.

The problem is, now it's occured to me that I can actually
make boxes to any size I like, my box collection* looks set to grow rapidly...
*yes, there's a box collection, surely you're not surprised :)