One of the things I love about our home is that almost everything in it has a personal connection. Even the mundane things like a trash can…
The hall bathroom has a waste basket that is a chamber pot. This one has a bit of family history… it came from Himself’s uncle’s estate sale. I’m sure Herb would have been amused at its current use!
In our bedroom with its beach cabin feel, we use a coil basket as our trash can. Since it doesn’t have a liner, the rule is ‘no wet trash’! Since we have several other baskets in the room, it blends right in.
This big crock functions as our laundry room trash can. It’s just the right size that I can manhandle a 13 gallon trash bag liner in it, since most laundry trash can be a bit messy. It’s another one with family history as this was on the farm Himself grew up on and was used to make kraut and pickles.
My studio’s paper trash can is a cream can also from Himself’s family farm. Himself said they used it every day during his childhood when they had milk cattle. They had cows up until he left for the Army (he was the last kid at home). When he came home on his first leave… the cows had vanished. Seems his dad didn’t like doing all those morning milkings! LOL (It is currently holding my walking sticks until I get their container cleaned out.)
It’s fun finding ways to use things differently that they were originally made to be used. Does anyone have a repurposed trash can that makes them smile? I’d love to hear about it!