There is something so wonderful about a parcel arriving at your door. A small flatpack. A giant box. Coming home and finding one of those little Australia Post cards makes my day.
Do I know what’s inside? Maybe.. maybe not. (You know when you’ve waited so long for something to arrive, you’ve forgotten all about whatever it was you needed to buy..)
Will it be intact (or, God forbid, broken and requiring some kind of Paypal claim)?
I am the first to admit I have made some dubious online purchases in my time. But I have also bought some of the most amazing, beautiful things that I hope I never have to part with. A perfect Friday night is when the children are in bed and I can sit on the couch and trawl through pages of French antiques on Etsy (it’s either that or fold a pile of laundry, so no competition really).
The problem (if you could call it that..) is that the longer I spend clicking through the pages, the more random my purchases tend to become. Who knew that I needed about six different part rolls of antique wallpaper? Or an antique hessian sack used by a bride two centuries ago? Or a second old sack for that matter, which was used to carry mail in the 1930s?
My husband is now at a point where, as long as it doesn’t involve a removalist truck, he turns a blind eye. Wise move.