Container Store
Frustrated by the first several attempts to fabricate a facade for the project I was working on, a friend at school suggested I go to the container store. I spent the next day moving, loading up all of my crap into a U-Haul and driving it about a mile and a half to my new apartment. I returned the van around 3 and went straight to the container store. It was a revelation. Of course this exists, and, of course, I had never heard of or noticed it before.
Its kind of like when you notice that everyone is doing something, wearing a shirt or drinking a coffee or listening to a song, and you have no idea what it is, and it drives you nuts. All these things I never knew where they came from, weird drawers and boxes and ribbons, were at the container store.
I walked through every aisle of the container store thinking about what I could do with each item. In the end there were only about 4 different types of boxes that would actually work for my project, out of thousands, but one of them was perfect. I also found some really nice pink ribbon that would work perfectly for the touch interface.
What does it say about me that I loved the container store so much? What would my therapist say if I had one? I have a strong desire to put things in boxes.
