Boxing Day

Boxing Day is celebrated the day after Christmas in Britain and some of the Commonwealth countries. What one does to celebrate Boxing Day is a mystery to me. It is the same day as the Feast of Stephen when King Wenceslas and his page set out, though the frost was cruel. It is cold--here at least. Windshield scraping was a chore this morning.

It gave me a good idea, though, for a theme for our header challenge this week (Thursday instead of Wednesday Christmas). BOXES.

Check out the other Headbangers who are listed in my sidebar. Mac may even include in his post what Boxing Day is about, as he is the lone Brit in our little group at this time.

I figured there would be boxes in our sights or in our files. Mine are mostly in the files, though some are from the last few days, such as thinking about the boxes the cookies would go out in. (The reindeer, gingerbread boys, and stars got their dressings completed before they made their way to friends.)

And there are the costumes to be placed back in their boxes

to store till next year's Christmas Nativity Pageant.

 

Looking back, I realized a fascination with far back methods of printing, and the need for boxes. The first picture is from when we toured Rubel's Castle in Glendora, California. The second came from a museum in Lincoln, England. (This link is to the first of several posts about Lincoln--the one where we first met Mac and his lovely wife Julie.)

Rather glad I don't have to find the right letters in that second batch. (I have a printing press picture from St. Petersburg, Russia, but the computer does not seem to want to let me turn it right side up.)

 

As a quilter, I sometimes tend to put things in boxes--both in the sewing room and in the quilt design. And this one continues with little boxes in the border fabric as well.

 

Browsing around I found that on the Washington State Ferries, we are somewhat placed in boxes. But this cyclist does not seem to want to stay in the box.

 

And viewed from the Space Needle, the city of Seattle, looks, like many cities do, like a whole lot of boxes. In fact, at one time that boxy black building just left of  center, once the Washington Mutual Building but I am not sure what it is now since the demise of Washington Mutual, was dubbed "the box the Space Needle came in". At the time, it was the tallest building in Seattle, now eclipsed by several others.

 

 

But boxes, the favored plaything of kittens and kittens at heart everywhere, gets my nod for my header.

Seattle, Woodland Park Zoo