April 21, 2010 ☞ Personal inventory
In my catalog of mystifying junk, this item defies reasonable explanation.
I was lousy ball bearing necklaces, so I threw them into this former home of hot cocoa.
Then I came into some dollar-store-jewels. On my scale of worthlessness, the fake gems and silver string felt above even.
I labeled the log and stored this on my shelf. This might be less odd if I had a wall of these red tins, each holding a different pair of unrelated bric-a-brac. I would need to drink more hot chocolate.