A Story of a Sewing Box

This is my sewing box, it has been with me for many years, since I was young…
I know I may have mentioned this treasure before, but I haven’t ever really given this subject the attention it deserves. I even thought of replacing it a few years ago, I went searching for a new and better sewing box, (I thought), but when the time came for me to buy something new, I just felt, I couldn’t. This sewing box is like an old friend, it has moved with me from house to house, throughout my childhood to the home that I have made with my family. I have found, now, that I could never replace it, it means far too much to me…

When I was about eight years old, or so, I can’t remember exactly, I went to a church fair with my mom, dad and sister and there it was on a table for sale. My mom bought it for me and it has been with me constantly since that time, so long ago. Oh, it is so very special to me, the thought that I once wanted to replace it is unimaginable, I could have given it away and lost it forever! But no, it has it’s own place on the book shelf in our library and each time I craft, sew, knit or make a new toy, I take it down from the shelf, open it… and feel such a sense of peacefulness. It also reminds me of my mother and how grateful I am that she bought this beautiful gift for me…

It is a little faded now, but that’s all right, it is full of wonderful memories that I can carry with me wherever I go…

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10 Responses to A Story of a Sewing Box

  1. del October 27, 2011 at 7:43 pm #

    You can’t even tell you’ve had this box for so long…it looks new! How lovely that you remember exactly when and how you got it; I couldn’t imagine replacing it either.

  2. JenMun(a) October 27, 2011 at 10:25 pm #

    a lovely little treasure!I have a box too…its not a sewing box but a little wooden box I made with may father when I was very young, we glued little shells on it..wow what a little treasure..know this feeling;)

  3. Dana Christine October 28, 2011 at 3:47 am #

    I received my sewing box from my grandma when I was about 8 years old as well. No matter how full and over stuffed it gets I haven’t been able to get myself to buy a bigger one. It will probably stay with me until I’m long gone. I hope I can leave it to someone who will love it as much as I have.

  4. Lori ann October 28, 2011 at 9:06 am #

    such a beautiful story and memories. you are fortunate to have your little sewing box.

  5. anna October 28, 2011 at 9:25 am #

    What a gorgeous post to read. I love hearing about the things people treasure the most and the stories behind them. I think your sewing box is beautiful.

  6. Linda October 28, 2011 at 9:42 am #

    Thank you so much everyone:)

  7. Melissa Plank October 28, 2011 at 7:36 pm #

    Your sewing basket is truly a treasure! (I’m glad you kept it too!)

  8. renee ~ heirloom seasons October 29, 2011 at 6:04 am #

    I love the story of your sewing box! I would have felt sad for you if you had lost it. XOXO

  9. Baa-Me Kniits October 29, 2011 at 1:56 pm #

    I really love things that have been passed on or have a family memory attached to them it makes them special. My mum gave me the basket that she used to keep all the odd bits of material in and told me that I used to sleep in that basket when I was little. She gave it to me when I had my second child to keep all the baby things in and I had always just seen it as one of her sewing baskets 🙂

  10. K October 31, 2011 at 9:26 am #

    I think that I never really had a sewing box of my own. I can remember, however, my mother’s. And I made sure to get each of my children one of their own. These boxes are so mysterious – all the small things inside. But then sewing is a little mysterious – putting things together to make something new. I, too, love things that connect me to older times, that are old friends – things that are substance in life. Non -disposable.

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