Brown Paper Packages

Brown paper package 1
Brown paper package 1

These brown paper packages arrived this morning from New Zealand. Can't wait to see what's inside.  

brown paper package 2
brown paper package 2

It's my latest delivery of wool. This lot is from across the ditch - New Zealand.

brown paper package 3
brown paper package 3

This bounty makes my heart sing.

brown paper package 4
brown paper package 4

Smokey grey. Beautiful.

I LOVE brown paper packages: always have, always will. They don't even need to be tied up with string to earn my admiration. I just adore the simplicity of a brown paper package. There seems to be something so pure about it's form. I don't need to know what's inside because the package is enough. It's a curious quirk of mine because, generally, I hate not knowing. Christmas drives me nuts because I just need to know what those gorgeous pressies have inside them. But, if the pressie happens to be wrapped up in brown paper, I'm loathe to open it in case I ruin the wrapping. Go figure!

I think it stems back from an incident in my childhood involving my Sister, Kristen. Most school holidays our Mum would allocate a shopping trip to Murwillumbah. We are talking the Seventies here, but even as a child I was aware that this gorgeous town in Northern NSW was stuck in a bit of a time warp.

Kristen and I loved these shopping trips because it meant lunch at the Astral Cafe: toasted ham sandwich on white bread, chips and gravy and orange juice for me, salad sandwich and a pot of tea for Mum and usually a meat pie with peas and chips and gravy for Kristen. The Astral was a cafe straight out of the 1950's, with booth seating, a musical programme for the jukebox at each table and a huge selection of typical Aussie baked delights like Marble Cake and Neapolitan (which I confess Mum still buys for us everytime we return home). I was not a chubba wubba for nothing but these were happy days. In fact, the Astral Cafe felt just like a scene out of "Happy Days."

Anyway, I digress. On one particular visit, we popped into Murwillumbahs' department store of the time, "Glynn's". Glynn's was as old fashioned as you could get and every purchase was wrapped up in brown paper and tied up with string. Retail heaven for this eight year old. I would jump hoops to get my Mum to buy me something from Glynn's just so I could take away a little brown paper package of my own.

On this day, I walked out with what I'm sure were desperately needed cream flannelette pj's covered with tiny blue flowers. I was very fashion forward even then! I loved the pj's but I loved the brown paper package tied up with string more. I cradled my package the whole way home. The drive home felt like an eternity in those days: I'd say at least 40 minutes. I carried the package around the house with me. I propped it up on my bed. I admired it. I loved it. If I had Instagram then, I would have gone to town.

Kris and I enjoyed a relationship typical of most siblings. I've always said that no-one can  make me laugh like me Sister. She gets my dry sense of humour, I get her wicked one. But we did fight, a lot. We also secretly enjoyed seeing the other get into trouble. It's been interesting watching the same dynamic unfold with my own offspring. My poor Mother!

But, back to the brown paper package. Kris knew I how attached I was to my package. She could smell my vulnerability. My Sister is the type who still has Easter Eggs in her house by time the next Easter rolls around. Not me, so Kris knew that this was a curious little personality quirk of mine.

So, what to do with that????? I think you know where I'm going with this.

Kris hijacked my package, crumpled it up and ran through the house with me screaming behind her. Then there came the stand-off: my Sis held the package up high so I could not reach it and threatened to tear a whole in the paper. I cried, I begged, I yelled for Mum. But, she did it: Kris tore a huge whole in my beautiful, pure, brown paper package in front of my teary eyes. I was heartbroken, devastated, mad. "Muuuuuummmmmm!"

My Sister got in huge trouble. Huge. Mum knew how much I loved my package, God love her. At least I could savour Kris's post "in-trouble" misery.

And then, I moved on...... or did I?

Hmmmm. Therapy anyone?

Some more brown paper packages I love:

brown paper package 5
brown paper package 5

I won Shannon Fricke's latest book in an online competition. You can imagine my excitement when this arrived in the mail.

brown paper package 6
brown paper package 6

Shannon Fricke's "How to Decorate", a gorgeous book and a lovely read.

brown paper packages 7
brown paper packages 7

A custom made seed packet from Sow 'n Sow for the City of Sydney.

brown paper pakages 8
brown paper pakages 8

The riches contained within.