Every time I'm at my mother's house, she has cleaned out some dark corner or drawer and there is a pile of things waiting for me. Not usually a pile of big things, but small things. This time is was mostly tiny things. She says "if you don't want these things, I'm throwing them away".
Two tiny Christmas tins. About 2 inches in size.
Teeny, tiny little dolls. Both together are the size of a quarter.
I remember them and I had larger ones like them, but I don't remember who or what they were.
They still have their little bed, all comfy with pink tissue bedding.
My baby spoons. I must have eaten a lot. Nothing has changed there.
A teeny, tiny gun, a jingle bell, cat eyes, and some buttons.
My grandparents' keys.
Salt and pepper shaker. The mate was in a previous batch.
An old key chain of mine. Do they still make Aigner?
A baby bracelet of mine.
High school trinkets.
Another bracelet of mine. The back is engraved "Christmas 1978".
I'm wearing it now!
I don't really know what kind of watch this is, but I like it.
It now resides on my new door display dining table.
Miniature is right. Each of these tools is less than an inch in size.
And you know what these are . . .
Cracker Jack toy?
A tiny little box. I don't remember what it was used for.
A red velvet lined trinket box with a rose on the top.
I've been informed that there's another box waiting on me.