After the regional guy for work came through and declared our faded flowers "tacky,"
this wood planter was doomed for the dumpster.
(if he thinks a few fake blooms make it cheesy in here, I can only imagine his thoughts on diaper clad cupids and Willacorns)
My manager is well aware of my
love affair with garbage recycling tendencies, so instead of taking up room in a landfill, he sent this hot mess home with me to take up room in my garage.
Where it sat for months.
Until one day all of my ribbon seemed to be taking over and completely out of control, and I realized that the Coca-Cola solution - also a work cast off - was too small.
But maybe JUST MAYBE that wooden box could be a spacious ribbon spool condo if it was turned on it's side and secured to the wall.