I found this old tin of my mums. It has some pencils and a sharpener in it. At one point in her life it was one of her only possessions. She now has her own place with lots of her own belongings inside.
My dad also once owned a tin pencil case. It spooked a horse when it was in his school bag and my Nan went flying, there is more to the story but I want to hold onto that myself.
Its just the association im pointing out here.
I love shit like this.