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30 Days of Photos III - Day 20 Nails


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Pat Kumicich said…
A great way to recycle tin cans. My dad kept nails, screws and the like in tin cans on a shelf over his workbench...
nonamedufus said…
These are pipe tobacco tins. I have more than I know what to do with.
meleahrebeccah said…
Can I please come over and organize that better? OMG. Please!?
nonamedufus said…
Oh, yeah, you're the one to do it!
meleahrebeccah said…
Yippppeeeee! I'll be right over!
nonamedufus said…
Don't forget your label gun.
Boom Boom Larew said…
Since the nails are still in the cans, I'm gonna say you haven't nailed it yet. (I bet those tins leave your nails smelling like tobacco.)
nonamedufus said…
Somehow I inherited the contents of my ex father-in-law's workshop. He's the pipe smoker. And I've never used the contents of these tins. They sit on a shelf in my workshop gathering dust.
Danielle Batog said…
We had the same situation with my FIL...only his favorite can were the coffee cans...it took us years to sort the stuff OUT of our garage!!
Cheryl said…
I love the cans even more than the nails.
Laughing Mom said…
99 buckets of nails on the wall, 99 buckets of nails....
Jamie Baker said…
So organized. Segregated by size and everything. I feel so cluttered.
Ziva said…
Oh, shiny!
Barb said…
Those nails look brand new!
ladyV said…
now i know who i can borrow some nails from...
nonamedufus said…
They've been sitting in my basement for years.
nonamedufus said…
Borkum Riff tobacco cans. I wonder if they're worth anything these days.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, just about.
nonamedufus said…
Not quite as organized as Meleah. I think she's kinda anal.
nonamedufus said…
Yes, when I get depressed I just go down to the basement and stare at the shiny nails. Then I get more depressed over the amount of nails I have.
nonamedufus said…
Never been used.
nonamedufus said…
Hell, I'll give them away.
Katherine Murray said…
You nailed it yup yup yup!
MikeWJ said…
I had exactly the same thought.
MikeWJ said…
You smoke a pipe?

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