Gum Wrapper Chains & A Story


Did any of you ever make these gum wrapper chains when you were younger? I guess you’re supposed to make them as long as you think your future husband will be tall, or something silly and ridic like that…

When I was about 8 years old, my mom taught me how to do the old rip-in-half-fold-twice-long-ways-then-fold-ends-to-center thing, most likely to keep me busy and quiet during a church service or something, and I’ve been addicted ever since.

(If you’re wondering,  yes,  I am easily amused.)

Well, in jr. high (okayyyy… it was high school. I know.) I had an unhealthy obsession with collecting Starburst wrappers, and I eventually succeeded in making a chain that was 6 feet, 4 inches long. That seemed like an acceptable height for my future husband, right? So I stopped.

I stashed the obnoxiously long, multicolored chain in the old shoe box with the stack of letters I had written to, again, my future husband (easily amused and cheesy… a lethal combination) and under my bed it stayed.

Fast forward to 2006.  After Justin and I returned from our honeymoon, I remembered the box full of cheesy love letters written by a silly, romantic teenage me. We opened the box, prepared to read and laugh at the stupidness of it all, then I saw it. In all it’s colorful glory, the looooong Starburst wrapper chain. All 6 feet, 4 inches of it.

Which, funny enough, happened to be the exact height of my new husband.

I think 15 year old Morgan wins.