A picture today of a portion of the mass of thread in my sewing box. The two wooden spools came from my grandmother’s sewing box (my father’s mother). After she died and my father went through her things he gave me her scrap bag and some of her sewing supplies. I was six then – she died on my first day of first grade. The black plastic spools are from a child’s sewing kit I was given by my aunt Phyllis for Hanukkah one year. I think I was nine then. I still have and use many spools from that kit. The others I’ve bought in the last few years or came to me via swaps. It’s weird how a simple picture of spools of thread contains so much history.
I worked up another version of the bunny but I’m still not so happy with it and my camera battery is dead so no pictures.
I had a dream last night that the doorbell rang. A delivery man was there and he handed me my baby, all wrapped up. I think rereading my Prepared Childbirth book right before bedtime might be freaking me out.
And speaking of babies, here is my brother – now a father, always a rock star.