Last night I went through the old sewing basket Merrill gave me. It used to belong to her mother. In fact, it looks exactly like the sewing basket my mom owns. When Merrill asked me if I wanted it I said yes. Of course. Not only does it remind me of the years I spent raiding mom’s supplies to make dresses for my Barbie dolls, I didn’t have a real sewing basket. I’ve been using an ugly plastic container for years.

So, last night I sorted through it, re-wrapping unravelled thread, putting aside all the old bits and pieces which I’ll want to use somehow, somewhere, one day. Then I added my own threads into it and viola. A new sewing basket.

Naturally, there were a few odd buttons in the bottom of the basket.

Aren’t there always?

And I had this tiny little memory box frame.

It just seemed right to put them together.

A small tribute to Merrill’s mom.

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