WTF!?! MY MOM KEEPS HER SEWING SHIT IN THAT EXACT SAME TIN. WE’RE NOT EVEN BROWN, WE’RE YELLOW. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
ohmygodohmygod. yes. this was my childhood. and every time i go home. i dont know why i dont just buy these for myself now that i’m a grownup and can do whatever i want. i think maybe they only exist hidden in back corners of my mom’s (or grandmother’s) pantry.
What the-? I thought MY mom was the only woman who stashed her sewing crap in a butter cookie tin. Aw. Now I feel a bunch of warm, Sepia-colored fuzzies. Huzzah for another shared Desi experience.
Oh, my fellow browns. We may not speak the same languages or worship the same Gods, but we all have repurposed containers in common, don’t we?

