Stop tossing out the old pill bottle. Here are 12 ways to reuse it

Everyone has medication bottles laying around the home, so why are you allowing them to pile up? Worse, why are you discarding them? These small little bottles are childproof and waterproof, and their bright orange hue makes them easily identifiable. Are you seeing where we’re headed with this?

These little bottles may be reused in a variety of ways to help organize and simplify your life. After reading this list, you’ll wish you had attempted these tips and tactics earlier! Check it out and tell us what you think.

1. Jewelry holder.

This is a great travel tip since it keeps your jewelry together (rather than rolling around in your backpack) and makes it simple to spot in the orange container.

2. Shower Bottles

Why buy those little shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash containers when you can just refill an old pill bottle? It’s free, secure, and simple to use.

3. Create a portable sewing equipment.

If you’re the sort of person who always manages to snag things or misplace a button, this is for you. Fill a pill bottle with some thread, an extra button, and a couple needles. If the (unfortunate) situation happens, you will be ready!

4. Hide a key

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Need a decent hiding place? Instead of looking for one, glue a pebble to the top of an old pill bottle and plant it in the garden or in a container. This one will go unnoticed by burglars.

5. Survival Kit

No, we’re not talking about camping here. This little survival pack is ideal for keeping in your handbag, gym bag, or even at work on your desk. Instead, fill it with bandaids, antacids, ibuprofen, a sewing needle and thread, an extra button, and anything else you can put inside. If something happens, you’ll have it near by.

6. Nail Polish Remover

Nowadays, you can purchase those convenient yet pricey nail paint removal capsules. You place your finger in the remover, wriggle it around a little, and all of your polish comes off. You can make one out of an old pill bottle by filling it with cotton balls and remover. That’s all!

7. Center pull for your yarn.

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There is no need to purchase an expensive center pull to wrap your own yarn. Instead, place the beginning of the yarn in the pill container, close the lid, and begin wrapping. It fills the natural gap you require and is completely free!

8. Makeup holder

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Paint the pill bottles a bright color and fill them with beauty brushes, Q-tips, and anything else that fits. You may even make yours magnetic and attach it to a board to stay organized.

9. Purse trash can.

Okay, ladies, this is about as smart as it gets. Mod Podge Rocks painted an old pill bottle and placed it in her handbag to gather items like as outdated receipts, wrappers, and anything else that comes up floating around. Cleaning your purse will be lot easier next time.

10. Earbud container.

We can all agree on one thing: untangling earphones is really irritating. Losing them in a twisted mass at the bottom of your luggage is a close second. Instead, tie them together and toss them in a pill container. The chords are always tidy and easy to find.

11. A love Rx

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This is a lovely little way to brighten someone up or express how you feel. Create a cute little directions section on yours. So sweet!

12. Matchbox

More like a match cylinder. Simply fill the pill bottle with matches and tape a strike on the exterior. According to The Crafty Librarian, doing this results in a waterproof and childproof match container. Ideal for camping or keeping in your car in case of an emergency.

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