A funny thing happened to me recently. I usually throw my scraps and cut threads into an old tissue box as I go along and then figure out what to do with them later. My sewing table is in the corner of our living room, and I asked my DH if he happened to throw that box out, thinking it was just trash. He said, "my dad threw it out. I told him not to touch it, but he threw it out anyway, insisting it's just full of trash." My dear, sweet, 82-year-old father-in-law, this is SOO something he would do. You gotta luv him!
I laughed because the scraps and threads in it were unusable to me, but now I don't have my tissue box to throw them in. I told my DH now he better finish our new box of tissues very quickly.