For years, it contained pens. I think.
I don’t actually remember what grade I was in when I made this. Definitely elementary school, I’m guessing 2nd or 3rd based on the skill and when my mom was especially into the Southwest aesthetic.

I was really proud of this one.

I definitely don’t want to carry this around, but for the moment, can’t bring myself to through it out just yet. Will continue to serve as a container for pens or some such a bit longer.

The thing is, my mom was not a wildly sentimental person. In the 30 years she and my step-dad were married, I actually have no idea how many wedding rings she had whether because there was an issue with a setting or because she just changed her mind about the style, so it always was funny to me what she’d get hung up on.