I’ve always found a particular joy in small containers.
As a kid I had a velvety pouch for colourful glass marbles, a special box inlaid with shell for fossilised shark teeth I’d found on Bracklesham bay, and several tubes specifically for my Pogs and Slammers, with my most-loved in the best tubes. I loved containers that sorted the chaos, making space and giving permission to the little things.
As an adult I’m not much different.
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