This has nothing to do with food, but it’s a mystery close to my heart so we’re going to discuss it anyway.
Bobby pins have a life of their own and it drives me crazy. CRAZY. After you open a box they eventually develop tiny metal legs and they get up and leave your house forever. That is the only way I can explain buying box after box for the past 26 (let’s say 20, assuming I started hair pinning when I was 6), and losing every single one of those effers. I’ve lost literally hundreds of bobby pins. The saying “needle in a haystack” should be “bobby pin in a house.”
The woman who created this is a genius. A fantastically simple idea has made my day:
A magnetic strip on the inside of your medicine cabinet. All your bobby pins, tweezers, whatever.
If I had been the one to come up with this I’d be telling everyone I met because I’d be so excited. “Hi, I’m Sara and I have a magnetic strip on my wall that keeps all my bobby pins from escaping to the mysterious Land of Bobby!”
I might not have any friends if I said that, but I’d have all my bobby pins and isn’t that what’s really important here?