When you were little was there ever a part of the house you were afraid of? Like the scary basement, the dark attic, or under your bed? When I was little I was terrified of *dun dun dun* the Tupperware cupboard. Anytime I had to put in or take out a piece of Tupperware I would stand before the cabinet door, taking deep breathes in an attempt to steel myself against the creeping panic, clench my fist in determination, count to three and HURRY HURRY OPEN THE DOOR GRAB OR THROW WHAT YOU NEED SLAM SLAM SLAM IT SHUT BEFORE IT ALL COMES TOPPLING OUT IN A MAD PLASTIC AVALANCHE OF DOOM!!!
Obviously it was traumatic. Well, I'm here to stop the vicious cycle of child Tupperware abuse. I'm here to break the chains of plastic hoarding and set my kitchen cabinets free. Today I prevent any child from ever having panic attacks at the mere thought of opening The Tupperware Cabinet.