If “really old” is among an item’s attributes, then I’m strangely drawn too it.
When I’m given something that has some history behind it, it makes me feel happily nostalgic. I’ve mentioned before that nostalgia is a feeling I enjoy.
When I told my grandmother I was interested in sewing, she went into high gear looking through all her old sewing notions to see what she could give me.
My grandma is interesting when it comes to “stuff.” She calls her house full of stuff “her treasures.” She seems to have a lot of it. Not only is she very sloooooow to throw away anything (you know it’s true Earlene – don’t deny it or I’ll take pictures of your storage shed and post them on the internet), she also becomes kind of a dumping zone for the rest of the family. My old jr high yearbooks? Didn’t want them. Didn’t wanna throw them away. So I gave them to grandma knowing she would find a place for them. I don’t think I’m the only family member to do this to her, but it’s possible I do it the most. Sorry Grandma. You’re too good me to.
All that to say, that there’s really no telling who was the original owner of these sewing notions. Could be grandma. Or, they could have once belonged to my great-grandma Allie. They could have been my Great-Aunt Rita’s. Or, most likely, they could have belonged to some dearly departed woman named Lucy May, whose identity or relationship to my family I really don’t fully understand – I just hear “Oh…that was Lucy May’s…” quite a bit when digging thru the “treasures” at my Grandma’s house.
Do these make anyone but me happy?