Reminds me of my father’s woodworking shop. He kept all of his brads, nails and wood screws in jars with the lids screwed to the underside of his small tool shelves. Kept them all in place, out of the way and ready in an instant. He retired 19 years ago and when I walk into his old shop, the jars are still there, every nail still organized.
Do I see little noses and mouths on those guys?
What happend to their poor jars? Hunting accident?
Teenagers probably stole ‘em. Teenagers can’t have enough jars.
Reminds me of my father’s woodworking shop. He kept all of his brads, nails and wood screws in jars with the lids screwed to the underside of his small tool shelves. Kept them all in place, out of the way and ready in an instant. He retired 19 years ago and when I walk into his old shop, the jars are still there, every nail still organized.