For me it goes a little bit like this:
D-Day: The statue is suppose to arrive at my house, I check my tracking and jump with joy to see "out for delivery"
I wait anxiously for the rumbling truck to a stop in front of my house. I just love the bass sound of that truck engine. I hear a knock on my door, I greet the delivery person like they are Santa Claus himself, and then sign my John Hancock with barely contained excitement.
Carrying the big box to my living room table, I set it down to marvel at it's size. Oh yeah, it's definitely the statue alright. Or maybe the company sent me rocks. Or maybe the Albanian mafia hijacked my package and placed a dead body in it. I take a picture of it.
I grab my crafting knife and cut open the tape holding the box's flaps together. Fumbling with urgency, I free the inner art box out of the brown shipper. Ah, the package designers sure did a splendid job with the design. I take a picture of the art box.
Like a Russian doll, there are layers to this unboxing, but this is just 600% more fun. I pull free the foam casing from the art box and settle it on the table. Using my crafting knife again, I cut the annoying tape barring my way from my ultimate goal. I gently and slowly separate the top half of the foam. Here it is, months of waiting is at an end. The separate pieces of the statue lay before me. I take another picture.
I pick up, inspect, and put down every piece. Base, torso, arms, and head. (in that order) This is the part where dreams can be shattered, spirit torn asunder. Luckily the statue arrives with no QC problems. I take a picture of the assembled artistic glory.
The display space for this new addition has been prepared well in advance. I gently place the new statue in there and close the glass door. I stand back and take a long look at how this new statue lends itself to the overall aesthetic of my collection.
With my cellphone unboxing pictures in hand, I then blog about my statue's arrival. *Note* Bloggers got to blog!
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