When I saw this “vintage” sewing box in the Salvation Army Shop in Evesham it was as if I had been suddenly whisked away and transported, some 58 odd years, to the Christmas’s of my childhood.
As I stood there it was soooooooooo spooky! I must have had couple of these boxes when I was small from various Aunties and Uncles. I know it sounds weird but I could feel the wonderment of receiving it, carefully looking at all the pieces, I could even feel the texture of how the cotton reels felt in my small hands and smell the smells surrounding me. It was a thing of awe and beauty. I can remember playing “Blue Peter” under the Christmas tree, on the table, telling the viewers all about it. Sadly, I don’t think anyone ever actually sat down with me to show me how to use everything, but I remember my lovely Grandma showing me how to knit as I got older.
It’s weird how sometimes I can’t even remember what I did yesterday, yet this box triggered so many memories of when I was about 4 or 5 were so vividly, like I said, even the smells. Which in turn makes me wonder what Iris and Bertie will remember from their childhood when they are in their 60’s and why it is so important to lay them.
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I did "spool knitting" as a very young child. I had my spool with the nails driven in the top and my yarns in a shoebox. I even took it to school and was allowed to take it out and "knit" when I was all done with my work. When I was 9 or 10 I learned to embroider and use a sewing machine. I did quite a lot of sewing over the years. Ahhhh, the memories...
Surely you didn’t walk away without buying? Hugs Mrs A.
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