Snort if you will, but when I got my first apartment out of college, my grandmother and mother both gave me some of their old Tupperware. Eighteen years later, I'm still using it. When one lid chipped, the local Tupperware rep gave me a whole new bowl.
I could rave about the delights of the bacon keeper for some time. Here's the short version: Love, love, love it.
The most recent Tupperware party I went to had women with tattoos, some of them visible even. It should be a fun night with no pressure to buy, and plenty of prizes. Feel free to invite yourself.
And knitting will definitely be happening.