I have great memories of being a little girl and watching my Mom sew. Mom was always working on a project (usually something for me) and I was a very patient girl who loved quiet activities. I watched her and absorbed the creative vibes. I listened when she taught me how to thread a needle, how to iron seams flat and how to poke out perfectly square corners.
One of the things I loved doing most was snooping through her sewing basket and playing with her sewing supplies. I remember playing with the thimbles, sorting bobbins and spools of thread by color, and my absolute favorite, playing with her tin of buttons. I would line them up by size, by color, or by which ones I liked the best.
I was SO excited when, about six months ago, I inherited that button tin. Looking inside it brought back memories I had long forgotten. I even recognized many of the buttons, some of which are more than thirty years old.
My intention was to use these buttons for Griffin’s craft projects, but I can’t bring myself to use them. I think it’s so amazing how certain things, even if they have no monetary value whatsoever, can mean so much. To me, this little button tin represents a happy childhood with a family who encouraged creativity and who gave us lots of freedom to do the things we loved to do. And it reminds me of the things I want to teach my own children: patience, imagination, creation. We can do anything.
Do you have any items like this that mean so much? Do you have your Mother’s sewing machine? Your father’s carving tools? Scraps of fabric that you’ve been saving for something special? I’d love to hear about it! Leave me a comment or send me an email 🙂