Around the same time, I found a piece of cobalt blue glass. It was more of a shard of glass, with sharp edges. (Melted bottle cheese plate, MitchellGlassworks)
Thinking I was pretty smart, I put the glass into the tin. That way, I figured it would be safe, I wouldn't lose it, and I wouldn't cut myself. (Vintage tea tin, sevenpoppies)
I then had the brilliant idea that if the piece of glass spent long enough rattling around in the tin, it might lose its sharp edges and become almost like beach glass. (Reclaimed wine glass, BreadandBadger)
Happy with this conclusion, I put the tin in the inside pocket of my jean jacket, and left it there for the whole school year. For the rest of the year, everywhere I went, I clang-clang-clanged. Walking a mile to school, outside at recess, all the way home from school, running in the woods, and weaving around the neighboring houses. (Vintage tea tin, DandelionGirl)
I think we can conclude two things from this childhood experience: 1) I am really cool; 2) I have been collecting and experimenting with junk for a really long time. (Engraved tumblers, daydreemdesigns)
