Mom's Sewing Basket

This basket has been in my attic close to 6 yrs now. It was placed there not long after my mom's death. It belonged to my mom. We are a family of keepers (that sounds better than hoarders). If we HAD great grandma's false teeth, they'd be displayed proudly on the mantle.

When I asked Don about bringing the basket down I took one look at it and thought, "Worthless." But, I couldn't bring myself to throw it away either. Looking for permission, I called daughter, Beth and said "...remember Grandma Nora's sewing basket?" Beth said, "The one with her name on it." Yes, someone else remembered it, too. I answered yes and asked what she thought about me painting it. She thought it was a great idea.

Now, a few hours later, I smile as I look at the basket that entered our lives in the late '60's and was always very near where my mother sat. It was always piled full of embroidery projects, quilt pieces and crochet thread and needle. The inside liner of the basket has faint coffee stains, where grandchildren anxious to get into their grandma's arms, knocked a cup with "just a swallow" of coffee into it.

After painting it and adding a few touches of my own, the basket sits proudly in my craft room, just where, Nora (aka Mom) would have wanted it. Thanks for sharing a memory with me. ~Donna