Now insisting people call me Julie Golightly. Consider yourself warned.

A few weeks ago I ordered a custom shirt and journal that I designed for my sister from Cafe Press. When a box arrived at my door last week, I assumed it was that order. I opened the box and saw something wrapped in white paper. I thought, "What the hell is this? There's no way that a t-shirt and a journal would fit in this little bundle."

Then I checked the mailing label on the box to make sure it was meant for me and not my neighbor. I looked in at the contents of the box again and saw that the paper had TIFFANY & CO. printed all over it. I thought, "Why would Cafe Press wrap orders in Tiffany & Co. gift wrap? Odd.", then checked the shipping label AGAIN because I was confused. The box was definitely addressed to me.

As I reached in to get the Tiffany tissue-wrapped package, still not understanding why Cafe Press would be using Tiffany tissue paper (but disregarding that confusion), I figured that the shirt I ordered must be on back order and the journal was shipped anyway. That couldn't be right though, because whatever was by this time in my hands was smaller than the size of the journal. This did not make any sense! I had to tell myself to resist checking the damn mailing label again and start taking the tissue off already.

It hadn't occurred to me, because I was so focused on thinking about the Cafe Press order, that it was the week of my birthday and someone may have sent me a gift. Finally it hit me, and I thought, "Wait a minute, is that a blue box peeking through? OHMAGAWD, it's a box from Tiffany's!

That is when all time came to a screeching halt.

You see, I've never gotten anything from Tiffany & Co., and honestly never thought I could be affected like this by a simple blue box. It IS just a box, after all, but the truth is that it's really NOT. I instantly turned into a squealing freak. I actually jumped up and down, and seriously could not believe myself. My friends & family might not have recognized me in those moments! I was exhilarated, woozy even. I opened the gift card and realized that it was a birthday gift from my Hunker Friend, Staci.

I think it must have been some kind of evolutionary response because the adrenaline was pumping so hard that I could have probably lifted a car. Luckily I had better things to do like pulling out my camera spending 30 minutes shooting the entire unwrapping process of such a momentous gift. Let it never be said that I have no restraint! This is quite possibly the longest gift-opening in documented history, but I really wanted to just be in that moment and enjoy the whole thing. Savor it, you know? Turn up your nose if you want, but I was crazy with excitement.


Gentlemen, beware. This is like porn for women. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em, and feel free to hum the bow-chika-wow-wow music while clicking through these. Just move your mouse from left to right over each thumbnail, clicking on each thumbnail to see the larger version:


It's okay if you imagined your OWN initial when you saw that last "money shot".

I'm now convinced that you could give me anything in a little blue box and I would receive it happily. Bad news to give me? Wrap it up in a blue box with a white ribbon! Just be sure you address me--blue box or not--as Miss Golightly from now on, mmmkay? Anyone with complaints about this new policy can see Staci, the person responsible for the monster that blue box and the gorgeous Elsa Peretti letter 'J' pendant has created.



The original Breakfast at Tiffany's trailer, starring Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly