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.