The last time my teeth were cleaned, the hygenist prescribed fuzzy toothpicks to clean between my teeth and under my bridge. Each package of "soft picks" comes with a "convenient case" for carrying a few in your pocket. So far, I've accumulated three.
Not too long ago, one of the Aldi finds was a tiny sewing machine for fifteen dollars. After verifying that it has a wall wart, I bought one. Full review will appear when I've found some spare time to finish playing with it. So far, it appears to be fragile but functional. Very fragile; the instruction manual emphaizes that this is not a toy and children should not be allowed to play with it.
Pushing a button to start and then pushing it again to stop might concievably be adequate for a large industrial machine that never sews seams shorter than ten feet, but it's an absolute non-starter for garment stitching. But the machine also comes with a "foot control" in which pushing the button will start the machine and ceasing to push the button will stop it.
The hand wheel is tiny and hard to turn.
The machine also came with a zipper bag containing four bobbins of thread, three needles, and a needle threader. The needles are in cardboard holsters, but the needle threader's delicate wire was in great danger
I was thinking about finding a bit of card stock to duplicate the folder another threader is in when I remembered the spare toothpick cases. Easier than folding card, easier to open and close, and the threader is in full view. I'm forever finding the folder in the futon and wondering "what is this?".
I intend to replace the pill-pouch of pins in my Altoid-box mending kit with the other spare toothpick case.