Before matching storage containers were a thing, before IKEA became famous for it’s storage solutions, before pinterest, parents stored toys in whatever reusable vessel they could find. Our parents were “green” before “green” was even a thing.
Did you ever store your marbles in a Crown Royal bag? Then you had such a parent. A mom who bought margarine in the gigantic tub and then stored your barbie clothes inside. A mom who kept shoe boxes that were just the right space for your Rubix cube and Monchichee.
We didn’t question these storage choices, it was just the way things were done. I even do a bit of that now with our crew. The oldest stores his Pokemon cards in a gift box that once held lavender soap and foot lotion and he doesn’t bat an eye.
I do wonder about some of the choices (not the Crown Royal bag, that was the result of sound reasoning).
What could be inside this tin of wonder? Crayons? Glamour Gals? Marbles? (no, of course not marbles, those are in the Crown Royal bag). Maybe some Little People accessories? Legos?
No, silly. Isn’t it obvious? The tin that at one point held my grandpa’s pipe tobacco was the perfect vessel to house:
When I discovered this gem in my parents’ basement, my first thought was, “Who would use an old tobacco tin for their kids’ stuff?” which was followed quickly by, “Who keeps it for almost forty years?” But now I think it needs to be hermetically sealed as a tribute to all the craft projects my sisters and I never finished. Right beside all the partial rug hooking kits (don’t worry, they kept those, too).
We spent many a Saturday night together in the basement rug hooking while we watched “The Love Boat” and “Fantasy Island”. I don’t think any of us thought ahead enough to contemplate what we would DO with those hooked rugs once we finished (we never did. Not even one rug. So maybe even then we knew we lacked follow through). My favourite part was squishing the yarn packets, so there’s really no doubt as to why I never finished a project. Somewhere in my childhood home I bet there’s a pickle jar full of half-finished yarn bracelets, right beside a bunch of partially-knitted leg warmers.
It doesn’t hold tobacco anymore, but it does hold memories. I call dibs.
Oh you made me think of spending the weekend at my Nannie’s house! She watched – and so we watched – Hee Haw. We got to watch The Love Boat and Fantasy Island. Saturday night was so awesome.
I didn’t do much in the way of crafts when I was a kid. I waited till I got older to start and never finish tons of projects.
I can say that I do finish projects (mostly) now, but it takes me months. MONTHS.
That’s good! I won’t tell you how long my bathroom floor has been half tiled. But it’s counted in years, not months. It’s pathetic!
You don’t know how excited it makes me to hear you watched The Love Boat and Fantasy Island on Saturday nights.
Lido Deck.
You could use an empty Dibs container. Win-win!
You are so smart.
I still fight the urge to save containers for when I might need them. Oh, but I could decorate these soup cans with paper, and I can never have to many glass jars. Drives Bryan a little crazy, he’s not quite on the depression era side of the frugal scale.
I think I married the Bearded Husband version of Amie.
Great memories…The Love Boat…and craft projects…but I made better progress with those projects during Hockey Night in Canada, I think!
And we had Jiffy Pop for those special weekends.
It’s only a matter of years, before you return to those tobacco cans and finish that rug hooking.
Can’t wait to see them on the walls of your parlour in 25 years.
My parlour.
I’m saving up for all the doilies I’ll need.
Whipped cream tubs were wonderful containers for almost anything.
I might know firsthand how good they work as gerbil caskets.
Oh Jan, you need to start crocheting those doilies for your parlour now, so they will be done in 25 years. Leftover crochet cotton can always be stored! lol
Do they still sell those protective plastic covers for couches?