I was thinking about George the other day. I was trying to find something clever to wrap a gift inside. That's when I thought of George.
George was he name we'd nicknamed our grandmother. She was a quite a character. She was short, plump and fiesty. And very loved by her grandchildren. It was George who taught me to crochet. Which brings me to the reason I thought of her when searching for the perfect container. You see, George loved crocheting homemade gifts. Each Christmas we'd find a pair of crocheted slippers stuffed inside a wrapped cardboard milk carton. One year I decided to try and make my own pair of crocheted slippers. It didn't work out so well. I still have the one slipper I finished. Probably just as well. Those milk cartons aren't as large as they used to be.
But thanks for the memory, George.