I had to draw the line somewhere!
The buttons are from my box of buttons that I go to when one goes astray from a garment. Some are old, some are new. I can never find one that matches exactly, but close enough is good enough for me!
The bobbins are quite old. I got those and the Bingo pieces from a woman in Santa Fe that sells 'ephemera' for those of us who can never seem to find what we want at those yard sales. Suffice it to say that most of her customers are artists.
I love the bobbins a lot. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them (as I seem to have many an object that I've acquired in hopes of 'doing something' with it). They fascinate me because I think about the previous owner(s)of those bobbins. I wonder how many articles of clothing were made with them. What kind of machine was it for? Growing up on Molokai, there were no clothing stores to speak of on the island. Traveling to the main island of Oahu to shop was prohibitive for my mom who had six of us at home. So, most of her dresses and outfits, she made. When I was old enough, I had to learn to sew. I've never been good at it, but learned it enough to make things. I jokingly say (but it's true) that I spent more time fixing my mistakes than I did in making the garment.
And, last week, I sorted through a bunch of boxes that contained my mother's dresses and outfits that she had made. I had forgotten about how everything we wore was hand made. Her dresses brought me back to my adolescent years. As I picked up some of the dresses, several of them felt so familiar. It took made a bit to realize why. I had made them for my mom. For the longest time after my mom died, it was so hard to let go of her. All the objects that bring back sentiments and memories are difficult to let go of. But, I've way too many boxes of things that sit in places and they are never seen. Their function and use have long gone. It is time to let go of those things. I hang onto to them to remember things about my mom, but really, there are plenty of enough memories that I have access to within my heart. So, I take a deep breath and let them go. Not all at once. But, I let them go to get recycled in this world.
I have plenty of memories. I shouldn't be so greedy as to hang onto everything that I think I need to remember.
Buttons, bobbins and bingo!
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7 comments:
I'm ashamed to say I've never heard of Molokai but I'm glad you have happy memories of it.
Lots of cool stuff to work with! I love going through old stashes.
Touching post! Love the photo and B's. I, too, have boxes of memories of Mom's that I cannot part with and yet I have no remembrance of exactly what the boxes hold.
Oh, that button box brings back memories!
My mother had one just like it, full of buttons and other odds and ends. I have a button box too, but somehow it isn't so interesting as Mum's was!
Isn't it funny (not ha ha funny, but more like the peculiar observation funny) how the button box brought back memories of people's mom's. I wonder if my son will have that memory. I don't even think he knows what or where my button box is!
My button box comes from a friend's grandmother and includes wonderful things like parking tokens and buckles cut off of things. I don't think sons ever appreciate those things, although it was my mother who taught Dave how to sew a button back on so maybe he will have some sort of recollection of a button box, just not mine! smooches
For me, button jars & quilting bees at my grandmother's house. Those buttons were treasures.
Debi
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