The Bubble Wrap family, consisting of a man, woman, child, and baby, were created in 2004 for a sculpture class. Here is the final installment of the story of Bubble Wrap Woman, the only surviving member of the family.
Bubble Wrap Woman is very upset about our selling 12 Herber Ave. After all, she, Bubble Wrap Man, Bubble Wrap Child, and Bubble Wrap Baby were all conceived here and it’s the only home she has ever known. She enjoyed the years of participating in family activities, when they occurred on various couches and chairs, and involved mainly sitting. She also survived several near amputations of various limbs, and needed emergency surgery on her left knee, right shoulder, and one of her hips. Despite these setbacks, she seemed to enjoy living at 12 Herber. She never said as much, but I could tell.
Bubble Wrap Woman was very strong. She suffered the indignity of being placed in the second floor TV room closet for a long stretch, only to emerge triumphant to resume her place on the futon. She survived her grief at losing Bubble Wrap Child and Bubble Wrap Infant, who departed fairly early in life to explore the local land fill and never returned. And, you may remember her loss of Bubble Wrap Man a few years ago. He collapsed by the side door and needed to be carried to his final resting place. All that she experienced with nary a word, a moan, or anything, really.
But now, Bubble Wrap Woman (BWW) has become despondent. She had cheered up before thinking that she would be going on a new adventure with Wendy and Stu. But, to her dismay, there were so many other possessions been packed and so many boxes taped up and ready to go. None of these boxes had been reserved for BWW. So that made her sad, not, shall we say, her usual bubbly self.
At first, she considered suicide by laying herself down on the stairs hoping someone would step on her and pop all her bubbles.
Then, she requested that she be recycled as a safety wrap for one of the lamps we were packing.
She tried to hide in one of the closets, thinking we would miss her so much she would have to be taken along:
Bubble Wrap Woman is very upset about our selling 12 Herber Ave. After all, she, Bubble Wrap Man, Bubble Wrap Child, and Bubble Wrap Baby were all conceived here and it’s the only home she has ever known. She enjoyed the years of participating in family activities, when they occurred on various couches and chairs, and involved mainly sitting. She also survived several near amputations of various limbs, and needed emergency surgery on her left knee, right shoulder, and one of her hips. Despite these setbacks, she seemed to enjoy living at 12 Herber. She never said as much, but I could tell.
At first, she considered suicide by laying herself down on the stairs hoping someone would step on her and pop all her bubbles.
Then, she requested that she be recycled as a safety wrap for one of the lamps we were packing.
She also tried sitting in the car to illustrate her strong desire to be included:
Her car idea wasn't bad, it was, however, premature and we wouldn't be leaving for another week and that's a long time to sit outside. Other approaches were necessary. Therefore, she tried packing herself, but that box was for Wendy's computer and the other boxes were either too small or already full
She tried the file cabinet, but didn't fit:
She thought long and hard about what to do to improve her chances of being brought along to Philly:
It was exhausting...
One last idea was the laundry hamper:
But her hand got stuck:
And this happened!! She also dislocated her neck and shoulder...
So, this was her final resting spot. Since she was born in Delmar, there she was destined to remain. The lesson here is that change can happen, even radical change, but sometimes you have to wait!!
End of the Bubble Wrap Woman saga, so far…
But wait! Hold on. Not so fast: it has been well documented that bubble wrap has a long shelf life, and that means bubble wrap people can be resurrected. Bubble Wrap Woman could show up in Philly. You never know.
