This vent is about one of the most stupid things I could possibly think to vent about. The world in dissaray you ask? No. Commercialism corrupting our children? No. Disgruntled checkout chicks? No.
MILK CRATES. What could possibly be pissing me off about milk crates you ask?
The fact that all I would like is a few milk crates to use this great tutorial by Paint In My Hair for undercover milk crates for my 3 children that share the same room.
I had big plans for using the metal lockers that I purchased for $7.50 each and am going to sand and inhale paint fumes if it kills me so they can have a room to feel at home in and a place to store their clothes. My vision was to put the two lockers at either end of the 6ft wall and run a rod in between them to hang clothes on, place a shelf on top and a curtain at the front. I thought that the undercover milk crate would be perfect to sit atop the shelf for their toys and things. Personalise some so they can have a little bit of ownership in their world that is so constantly crashed by siblings.
So I placed a little free add on our local web provider homepage classifieds asking for anyone who might have spare milk crates lying around, on the off chance that a farmer or random person trawling the classifieds says "well, actually I have a few in the shed that aren't doing anything".
This is the reply I get:
"Just a brief reminder in case you are not aware all Paul\'s , Parmalat , and Sandhurst Dairy branded crates are the property of Parmalat and can not be traded or sold , if you get any of these crates you should contact us immediately and we will arrange for the collection."
For real? For *expletive* real?
There go my visions I had gotten so excited about. Now I fear that if I happen to come across any milk crates, I may have the milk crate sheriff on my doorstep. I see them storming my house in full black swat team garb and tipping out all my children's toys while they cry in their beds. Does a plastic crate justify this, I think not. Does it justify me getting so peeved, I think not.
Now that it's off my chest, I feel redeemed. My search for 10 milk crates is also redeemed. I cry rebellion. I shall not buy over priced weak forged plastic containers from a retail outlet!
Vent over, bottle of beer opened, chocolate being consumed. I am at peace...
Thursday, March 4, 2010
WARNING: vent ahead
Posted by Katie at 6:10 PM
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6 comments:
my husband used to work at Dairy Farmers. they lost more than a million bucks a year in lost milk crates. that's more than one million... you're welcome to rant, but keep in mind that every crate you take costs us more in milk =/
have you thought about buying crates to decorate? target, kmart and howard storage world all sell them!
If I had a milk crate in my shed, I'd be happy to hand it over!
Pfffft to them !!!
There are always tonnes in my area but sadly I live in Sydney !!! We used to have 15 but the ex took them when he left ... As ya do !
Keep hunting you will find some but usually it's council clean up that sees them come out !
I know, shocking isn't it? However, this "owning milk crates = stolen goods" thing isn't new to me.
Mr You did an artwork at uni that required 120 milk crates, and we had to sneak around in the dark for weeks to collect them all. We got a hot tip one night, so we went down to Oxford St an hour after Mardi Gra had finished and they were everywhere (people had been standing on them to see over the crowds).
The council was collecting them and dumping them all in a nearby park for the milk companies to pick up the next day. There were thousands!!!! So that's where we got most of them.... Mr You gave them all back after he'd finished with them though, fearful of spending half his life in prison. ;)
The local dairy (in the US) in the town I used to live would sell unlabeled milk crates at their creamery/ice cream store for around $5. You could call around to see if anyone would be willing to sell them.
Ah bugger them. Go off the grid. Become a ninja milk crate pilferer and ensure that no-one opens the door to anyone unless they are known to the family. Become adept in being a normal face in the crowd, but being always alert, feeling the presence of a milk crate in The Force. xxN
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