…too short to use.
My great-aunt was a child of the depression. She kept everything. She had boxes and shelves of miscellaneous things I would throw away, but she thought maybe–someday–might come in handy for something. She even had a box labelled “Pieces of string too short to use.”
You just never know.
So here are my own pieces of string. Little bits of this or that. Maybe they’re too short to use, but I just can’t find it in my heart to toss them away.