For 36 years we’ve had a dress-up box. But all good things must come to an end, at least for a time.

The dress-up clothes were sometimes stored in a drawer, sometimes in a plastic bin, sometime in a box, and provided hours of entertainment. It grew quite organically — a grandmother’s discarded purse good for “delivering” mail, a Boy Scout hat from an uncle’s closet, a rawhide, lace-up shirt perfect for playing a frontiersman like Daniel Boone.