So, for Christmas, my Mom received from her neighbors a trio of tins of uber-yummy cocoa mixes from Starbucks. Since she doesn't do refined sweeteners, either, she gave them to my brother David (the first Chromosome recipient). When I saw them in my mom's china cabinet, waiting to go home with Dave . . .
. . . I mentioned how cute they were, and she told me the story. Now, knowing my brother (who loves clothes, but couldn't care less about tchotchkes, I sauntered over and traded him a neck massage for the tins. ;o)
Could you blame me?
Meanwhile, Vern is freaking out moderately, as we're also trying to get rid of schtuff so when the day comes that our home sells and we move, we're not buried in the avalanche that would undoubtedly ensue. When we moved here, we had a 24' moving truck, a 4-horse trailer packed to the gills, a few friends' pickups, and Vern took a couple of trips with our own 8' x 12' trailer. The next time, it's all going to fit into a 24' truck, or we'll start writing "FREE!" on the sides of boxes and leaving them on the highway-side. (Don't worry . . . in North Idaho, they won't stay there long enough to be considered littering.)
But these little tins are different. (No, really! lol) They're small (3.5" square), my favorite color (ra-ra-red), and incredibly useful (did you notice those little label brackets?).
So, now that I've got them safely home (and have managed to ward off the munchkins, who also think they are very attractive), I'm at a complete loss as to what to do with them. I was sure I'd have plenty of ideas, but I'm fresh out. So, put on your thinking caps, and I'll go dig around in my stash for a skein of fun stuff or some fiber (since I'm giving up on spinning for the next decade or so) for the winning suggestion.
And now, I'm off to ready the munchkins and myself for a dinner out at a friend's home tonight!