I'm My Own Grandma Accepting The Inevitable

My darling grandma has always saved (& reused) every little scrap of aluminum foil and wax paper she could, and I always thought it was the craziest thing. I vowed to never have a messy drawer full of sad little remnants. But now that I'm grown, I can't bear to toss totally reusable foil, or plastic bags, or...I reuse produce bags to wrap bowls of rising dough, and small peices of parchment when I'm only baking two biscuits, and foil always comes in handy. There's no way I'm going to start recklessly throwing away perfectly good materials, but my drawer is a mess and- there's no other way to put this- not hot. How can I balance my attempts to be a city-girl-in-cute-boots with my wise-&-thrifty-grandma inclinations? Perhaps the main thing is to stop worrying about it, because there's really nothing wrong with doing things like my grandma: she's usually onto something.

What household habits, passed down through the generations, did you swear you'd never inherit...but find you have? Do they drive you crazy, or have you come to admit they're good ideas? (Like constantly turning off lights to save energy that my dad has always done- and now I do, too...)

Image: (Not my drawer!) Metalik

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