Originally Posted by
sash
I can't tell you how many times I've knocked my scissors, tweezers, bobbins, whatever is there into my trash which resides to the right of me. So far I've been able to get to it before my hubby emptys the trash. Sometimes I have to tell him to wait on emptying it so I can look inside.
The janitor and I at work had an agreement: when I wanted my trash emptied, I set the container by the door. Many occasions I needed to look at something again. My Aunt and Uncle gave me a sewing scissors when I was a teenager, over 50 yrs ago. Our children knew it was not to be used. It got lots of use through the years, but now it sits where I can see it everyday.