Shame in a Brown Paper Bag

I once read that Candy Spelling has an entire room in her house devoted to wrapping presents.  I don't understand how this is possible. I mean how much space does one person need to simply shove things into a brown paper bag? 

I myself required only a kitchen counter to "wrap" Joe's birthday present last month:

Do you like how I saved on tape and used a chip clip instead?  CLASSY.

When it comes time to wrap presents for assorted kiddie parties, I haul out some clearanced Christmas rolls and duct tape.  Never mind that some of the kids' friends are Jewish.  My corners aren't exactly tight.  In fact, most people wouldn't feel comfortable using the word "corners" when describing my handiwork. I usually fib and tell parents that Joey helped.

I just never understood the point of putting a lot of effort into something that takes a few seconds to remove and throw away.  That was until yesterday:

There were cute little cookie and ice cream pictures taped to each stage of unwrapping. My kids gathered around, confused by the grandeur and extravagance of it all. There were sheer ribbons and silken material. There was calligraphy. And art. Magic abounded and curiosity took hold as I, along with my trio of bleary-eyed little boys, unearthed this most special of gifts.
 

With baited breath, we pulled out a beautiful wheel.  It was something to ignite both the mind and pen.  I dusted off a spot next to my computer.  This amazing gift of creativity and ingenuity was sent courtesy of  MOV, co-author of our upcoming book and apparent gift-wrapping savant.

I started to understand and appreciate this process a bit more.

And then I started panicking over my plans to send her a Starbucks gift card with a poem I wrote that rhymes "Nantucket" with one very bad word.

Like I said.  CLASSY.