Mind you, I don't really need another reason not to throw away anything, as I'm a bit of a hoarder already. Even in a small house where five people live, it's incredible how much stuff I manage to keep or collect. Because, as I tell my poor family who have to put up with my habit (which, in truth, they do rather gracefully), "You never know how useful that very thing might be years down the line!"
What I never considered, though, is that "years down the line" might involve an entirely new generation, as I clearly saw the other day, when the little and curious hands of one granddaughter discovered a peculiar object in her nonna's cabinet, and immediately wanted to try it.
The three of us sat on the edge of the bath tub together for the next hour: nonna giving instructions, mamma (me) executing, and granddaughter thrilled to be experiencing hair curling à la Little House in the Prairie.
Though more modern than the rug curls that Ma Ingalls used on her girls in the Little House, nonna's hot rollers from the '60s gave us an afternoon of reminiscing, and a child of the 21st century hours of fun.