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F ³: The Least Expensive




 A question making its way around Twitter right now:

What’s the least expensive thing you own that’s made the most positive impact in your quality of life?

If you want to take a look at some answers, here’s a decent thread. 

Replies range from truly inexpensive items to more expensive ones which produced a remarkable impact in relationship to their monetary cost. Some respondents waxed eloquent about things they found or got for free. Then there are the priceless items, like pets. Or library cards. 

I was intrigued by the answers that spoke most directly to the question, to my mind: low cost, big impact.  Some examples:
  • Blackout film for bedroom windows 
  • Better Than Boullion
  • Microplane 
  • Library step stool
  • A grabber device
  • Ear plugs
  • White noise machine
  • WD40
  • Reading glasses
  • Long metal shoe horn
Several years ago my mother-in-law gave me some wooden tongs for removing hot items from the toaster oven. I actually didn’t know what they were for, at first. Since then I’ve discovered how useful they can be. Life changing? Well, probably not. But they make you realize that you just don’t have to burn yourself 
over and over again. Life is hard, but not everything has to be a struggle.

What about you? What’s the least expensive thing you own that’s made the most positive impact in your quality of life?
 

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