I am a sucker for wooden boxes. I especially love the ones with printed labels, emblazoned with a purpose. This one was holding up the heater behind the counter of the opp shop this week. After a few cheeky questions, it turned out to be for sale, and left the shop tightly tucked under my arm. While I have no immediate need for an ammunition box, after some careful thought I knew exactly what needed to go in it. A friend passed me a cardboard box of colours with names. As well as the confectionery of names, I love the jumble of shapes and sizes, just right in their new home*.
*I'm enamoured with the idea of turning swords and bullets to needles and pins. And if your curious, you can read about the The Colonial Ammunition Company here. My Auckland readers might even be familiar with it's historical Shot Tower.