I’m a firm believer that you officially become an adult when you start hoarding an unnecessary collection of plastic bags. Growing up, my mother had a whole portion of the kitchen cabinet dedicated to plastic bags. Back from grocery shopping? “Throw the empty bags in the cabinet,” she would say.
The bags were always handy though, and can be used for just about anything. Now that I’m living on my own, I’m slowly coming to the realization that I am becoming my mother, and I now have a huge bag in the corner of my room, filled with more grocery bags, for no apparent reason. Will I ever run out of plastic bags? Probably not. Will my collection continue to grow, making it hard to store so many bags in one convenient location? Most likely.
The solution? This woman’s useful innovation might have just saved my life (I’m also calling my mom right now to tell her how ridiculously convenient this is).