A friend was helping me out with a task
recently & found herself admiring a plastic bin in which I’ve stowed my
bedsheets. It’s true; the bin’s hosting my bedsheets is complete happenchance.
Though it serves it very well with its flexible frame & general wobbliness,
where it’s easy to tuck just-one-more-pillowcase against its side, the purpose
of the bin’s original purchase was for recycling…That is, in-house recycling.
The house’s recycling bin was the standard
municipal supplied bin. It’d endured plenty of weather, was generally
dilapidated, had the municipal markings on it, & was stocky. It wasn’t
something meant to be inside. Well,
maybe other than a garage, basement, or mudroom, none of which existed next to
an outside door where this bin resided.
Enter this plastic bin. Having this bin
meant that the same recycling that was meant for the municipal recycling bin,
could first be placed into this bin, which could
go right inside the outside doors, & therefore when this bin filled up far enough, it could be dumped into the official bin
waiting outside. This also meant that the outside door wouldn’t be opened up
nearly so frequently, especially during inclement weather when it often seemed
that comfort & warmth from the inside escaped with each opening of the door
– when it was simply to place recyclables in their proper bin while preparing a
meal.
The bin for the link which I've included here is just a bit taller than the one I have, which I've written about. Also, the one I have is blue (imagine that 😁). The general shape, as well as the handles, are just as the one I have are, & it's the same plastic: polypropylene.
When it was time to move on from that house, the bin was wiped down & cleaned up, therefore becoming ready to host a new purpose. Enter bedsheets.
When it was time to move on from that house, the bin was wiped down & cleaned up, therefore becoming ready to host a new purpose. Enter bedsheets.
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