For the life of me I can't remember where it came from, but there's an indication that an afternoon trip to a junk shop at seven or so led me to this nifty tin. Over the years, it has turned into a time capsule, holding letters and trinkets from my Wyoming days and beyond. Whenever there's something small I can't bear to toss, in the tin it went.
It's almost stuffed full right now which is why I'm not showing the messy contents.
The detail of the thing has held up pretty well over the years, even the color has barely faded. Blue bows are tied around its side to contract with the pinks and yellows abound.
It's just so girly! Even through my everything-needs-to-be-black phase, this *gasp* pink tin still had its place. And still does as my little time capsule I hope to have to years to come.
Do you have your own "time capsule," and if so, what's inside? Let me know in the comments
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