I Just Inherited My Grandmother's Sewing Box

Which might not sound exciting to the average person, but it's no average sewing box. And it comes with a nice little story. I love stories.

My mother was born in Paris in 1938. She bought the sewing box for her mother's birthday when she was about 12 or 13, which would be around 1950. She had long school days- she didn't usually get home until about 5. So, after school one day, she stopped at a store, bought the sewing box with money she had saved and then had to carry it home. It didn't come in a box and was about 3 feet tall and 2 feet wide. And she had to take it on several subway trains and carry it through the streets of Paris, along with her school bag, when lots of other people were on the trains and streets heading home from work. And then she had to carry it up 6 flights of stairs to their apartment.

I wonder if an American kid would do that these days for their mom.  There's probably one out there who would, somewhere.

I forgot to ask her if her mother liked it. I love it!

Ta da!!