The best thing about these is that it makes me think of my Dad. For the last couple of years he's been mastering the art of wood turning and every once in a while, a perfect captive ring or a smooth, beautiful wooden eggs appears on the shelf in the den.
This was such a fun pattern to make! It was quick, clean and fun.
Whenever I think of medicine of any kind, I think of my grandmother. She was a bit of a hoarder, and whenever she got and finished a prescription, she'd save the bottle "just in case"(At least, I remember something to that extent... Lots of left over pill bottles in the attic). I'm pretty sure some pretty valuable things were saved in pill bottles and stored away by my grandmother in her later years.
Either way, I sometimes think of those orange pill bottles as treasure keepers, may they be for medical salvation, or special little treasures to be locked away.
I remember being a wee tot while going up to my cabin and going through the fishing tackle boxes to find the perfect one.
Granted, for the first years I sported the "Donald Duck in an Inner Tube" which flipped upside down whenever you got a nibble. In the later years, I "grew up" and fished with the classic red and white one. Night fishing was fun because you got to use the one with a little white light on the top that would disappear once it went underwater.
This pattern only makes me want to go up north and go fishing in the calm bays of our cabin on Ten Mile Lake.