apartment therapy changing the world, one room at a time

You know those ridiculous infommercials where people can barely use common household objects? Where things like vacuums or scissors supposedly confound us to the point we need to purchase some new sort of doodad or gizmo from an excited bearded gent of questionable honesty? Well in the case of Christmas wrapping paper, I'm that bumbling idiot. It rolls and unwinds like a Buster Keaton movie on fast forward when I even near a roll. Apparently the Roll Buddy was created for me.