I looked all over this week for something silver. Then yesterday sitting at my desk I spied these. Perfect. To you these may look like ordinary containers but to me they represent so much more. You see, I am a container junkie. A place for everything and everything in its place. Which means of course that you must have containers. I even have containers for my containers. My family humors my disorder. This conversation was had a couple of weeks ago during cleanup time.
Dad: “Sister, where does this toy go?”
Sister: “Oh, that goes in the ‘I-don’t-know’ bin.”
Dad: “The ‘I-don’t-know’ bin?
Sister: “Right here (pointing)”
Dad (to me): “The ‘I-don’t-know’ bin?!
Me (very seriously): Yes. It’s for all those toys that don’t have matches… or don’t fit with any…thing…. else…. (trailing off).
Dad (slow nod) : “Riiiight.”
Anyway, my entry for this week are three silver containers which I picked up over a month ago on sale for a buck each at the supermarket. They used to hold Hershey’s kisses but that is obviously not why I bought them. For proof of that fact, I offer another silver picture:

Two still sealed bags of kisses. (The third bag did get opened but only because we had a guest in our house that weekend and I needed a tasty treat to offer.)
(Oh, I almost forgot. The pop bead count was 25 ft of round and 8 ft of irregulars.)
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