brown paper packages tied up with... twine

I splurged on wrapping accessories today. Tissue, ribbon, twine, bags, and vintage cards.  In planning my wedding I stumbled across a gem of a store in the Sodo neighborhood of Seattle called PS.  This is the site of today's debit card massacre.

Like quick sand for someone, like me, with no decision making skills whatsoever, this store is the mother-ship for the detail-oriented.  And given that the store isn't that large, I wander, retracing my steps over and over, shuffling around in the same general 30 foot radius.  Lovely displays invoke feelings of inadequacy, how could I ever replicate such cleverness?  And before I can do that, how can I possibly decide between the 500 of spools of ribbon? 

Despite the turmoil this store sparks in my heart and soul, I can't ignore the beautiful gold-flecked bags, and fabulous jade polka-dot tissue paper.  And then there's the mother of all indulgences, spools of candy-cane twine.  240 yards of bliss.  

Ironically, I am likely to incur more joy from these packaging details, than their assumably ignorant recipient.  Merry Christmas to me.