Tiffany's Tampon Case

You didn't think that title was serious, did you? Mais c'est tres vrai, my dears.

Here's the problem: Madame Shock is such a prolific snail-mail correspondent (as are you, YES?) that she burns through her favorite Tiffany's stationery at an alarming rate. But what to do with all those lovely blue boxes once they have been emptied of original contents? Regifting them simply cannot be done, but letting them stack up under one's escritoire becomes equally ticky-tacky and ostentatious. What to do?

Madame has been on a visit to the local landfill (yes, she has) and she tries very hard to save any of her possessions from such a gruesome fate. So she has spent some time in serious contemplation on how to repurpose the simple stationery box.

Thankfully some of that time in contemplation was spent in Tahoe over Thanksgiving - at a lovely waterfront chalet in a sweet community in the reductively monikered Dollar Point - where she found her every need anticipated and every wish fulfilled. Except. Except for the supplies a girl needs desperately on occasion (ok, every month). Madame searched high and low for said supplies in all six bathrooms, but to no avail. Eventually she had to make a timid request, which of course is most mortifying to a delicate guest and a solicitous hostess, both.
So. How did we get from Tahoe to Tiffany's to tampons? Madame's mind is never too far from Tiffany's, darlings! It was an easy 1-2-3. After posting her last witty, handwritten missive from the snow-covered Squaw slopes, she looked at the beautiful, empty box destined to be soon covered in orange peel, coffee grounds, and other detritus at the landfill and said: mais non!
Behold - a Tiffany's Tampon Case.