Friday, March 11, 2011

Ode to Mom's Sewing Box

My mom has always been a wonder at sewing.  She's good at so many other  things, too, truly she is.   But when I think about all the things she does so well, it's in her sewing creations that she is truly gifted and talented.  She made everything when we were growing up;  my sisters' and my clothes,  triple the amount of Barbie clothes, a dozen or more chorus dresses, Halloween costumes, and even a Wrestlerette Uniform (please, don't ask). 
Her sewing box has everything.  Seriously.  Everything.  And I missed it dearly when I moved out some 27 years ago.  I've missed it ever since.  Over the years she has given me several sewing boxes.  Complete with needles, thread in every color I might need, pins, a pin cushion, even scissors.  For some reason, I never seem to have that box around when I need it.  I've been blessed to be able to run over to Mom's house when I needed something up until now.  Now she's 2,200 miles away, back in Georgia. 
I got a package in the mail the other day from Mom.  Inside were an unopened box of 30 needles, complete with a handy-dandy threader, about 10 different colors of thread, pins, a pin cushion, and two pair of scissors.  She knows me so well. 
So, Mom, this is one's for you.  I will never be without it again.  On my honor as your daughter, my sewing box will be forever ready for any sewing emergency. 


  1. Oh my....that made me cry...I miss you and Patty and that special span of time when we worked, laughed and cried together. Some of the best times of my life.

  2. Patty! What a gorgeous little box! Miss you!

  3. What a beautiful gift! No need to send me one, mom. I wouldn't know what to do with it!

    Awesome tribute to mom, Holli. I love it!