I buy a box of these treats before Christmas, divide up the contents and slip some into each gift bag for loved ones.
Two years ago, I discovered the real beauty of this box of sweets: once emptied and washed, the container makes a perfect jewellry box. Far more practical than the expensive wood-and-glass ones I’d had for years, the box makes a perfect earring holder.
Perfect. One pair in every slot, and my earrings never have to fraternize with each other and get mixed up or lost. (I am easily confused; this box provides order.)
Turns out I had been given a lot of earrings over the decades, but in recent years, I couldn’t find them. As a result, I always wore the same pair, everywhere.
I proudly showed the filled box to my husband. He admired it.
“It’s a bit small, though,” I said. “I had no idea I had so many earrings.”
Of course, pride cometh before a fall. I made the mistake of divulging the box’s origins.
My dear husband had obviously never heard the phrase “Blessed are the cheap, for they shall protect the earth from landfills.”
My good man is embarrassed when I wear my relatives’ old clothes or display other such cheapo behaviours. At my age, he thinks, I should show some dignity. And using a plastic food container as a jewellry box is definitely undignified behaviour.
“Please don’t post this on your blog,” he begged.
So I won’t breathe a word. You didn’t hear it from me!