I often think about my grandparent’s house. She never seemed to be missing anything that was needed, and didn’t seem to want for anything, but it never felt like there “stuff” everywhere, like so many homes today. Everything was used and had a purpose, and many things were reused. My grandpa’s workbench was all organized with old glass jars to hold various sizes of nails and screws. These days people buy a plastic organizer and throw the glass jars away.