My friend’s parents previously owned a wine store in New York state. While hanging out at her house one day, many years ago, my eyes caught a unique wooden wine box with a matching lid by her bookshelves. I have (not too subtly) coveted it ever since.
Me: I really like that box.
Friend: I know.
Me: Ready to part with it yet?
Friend: You can have the lid.
Me: Thanks!
(Pause)
Me: I really like that box.
I’ve asked local wine stores multiple times if they have boxes like that. Apparently, wooden wine boxes are a hot commodity. The managers repeatedly tell me that it’s first come, first serve – if they have the boxes and someone asks, that person gets them. I haven’t had good timing so far.
Said friend is now moving, and dropped off some items last week for our neighborhood garage sale. I can’t tell you a single thing that was in that pile, other than the wooden wine box.
Me: Um. Do I get to keep the box?
Friend: Yes. (After 12 years, I wore her down.)
It felt like Christmas morning. This amazing Bonterra box was allllllllll mine. I cut four glass holders (2 in the top, 2 in the bottom), sanded it, and stained the interior, and loved it so much I can’t bear to sell it. It’s the perfect wall piece for some extra glasses, dipping oils, and fancy vinegars. To mount it to the wall, I located two studs and drilled screws through the box, directly into the studs. Secure.
I’m optimistic that I’ll wear down the wine store managers in less than 12 years to be able to get more boxes.
