A Million Pieces of Heaven

That's right! I have my very own Container Store photos to post!!! Today was our last fun day as we are headed home tomorrow. The one thing I really wanted to do on this trip was find a swap meet to go to. We don't have any real swap meets in Utah. Stranger felt sorry for me that we never made it to one so he took me to the container store today. It was better than I could have imagined and fun for the whole family. Can you just see how much fun everyone is having?

They even have stuff you can try on. I'm not saying your supposed to try it on. I'm just saying you can.

It became apparent that I was going to be busy for a while so Stranger left me with the baby and took the kids next door. Did you know that Best Buy offers child care while Moms are shopping at The Container Store? They take all sizes of children too.

Speaking of every size imaginable, The Container store has it. The only way they could make it any better is if they get one of those machines like they have on Star Trek where you tell it what food you want and it appears. "A container that's 10x12x4. Red. Linen. With handles." Or, "A speckled blue ring box that's disguised as a little tiny gift bag." Oop, there it is!

There are so many containers to choose from that it could give you nightmares trying to decide which one you want. Like, you go to school and it's third period before you notice you forgot to get dressed after your shower this morning so you run to your locker to get your gym clothes but all of a sudden your school is The Container Store and you can't figure out which of the thousands of stainless steel garbage cans is supposed to be your gym locker. Every time you reach your hand into one to pull out your sweaty shorts you find a handful of stinky moldy cheese instead and then for some reason you decide to start eating all this cheese until you realize you have turned into a giant block of swiss cheese and the other students are storing their books in you which is fine with you really because no one seems to care if cheese comes to school naked.

If you wake up with a funny taste in your mouth and every bar of soap in your house is missing, don't come crying to me. I tried to warn you.

There's something else I have to warn you about. Just because you find something at The Container Store doesn't mean it is an item worth owning. If you even think about buying a Hot Dog Storage Container then I am so never speaking to you again.

Dear Container Store,

I love you with all of my heart but I hate you for making me want to go home with 37,000 jewel colored acrylic treasure boxes in various sizes. I despise you for making me think I need to spend $15,000 on a storage system for my garage. I will never forgive you for offering me containers that coordinate with every holiday of the year or for showing me how beautiful my closets can be as soon as I decide to sell the rights to name my right butt cheek on E-Bay to pay for the make-over. You are all I've ever wanted but our love cannot last. You will always offer more than you can give and I will be left picking up the cluttered pieces of my broken heart. Goodbye Container Store.

P.S. I'm keeping the colapsible zippered boxes to remember you by. Is that wrong?