My dad and his siblings are in the process of clearing out my grandparents house after my grandpa moved into a really nice home. It feels a bit goulish going through someone’s belongings when they’re still around but I’m comforted by the fact that he looks happy and relaxed in his new place.
My Grandma was a lovely lady who thrived on social occasions when she got to find out the gossip of what everyone was up to. She was also a very crafty lady capable of turning her hand to most things including sewing, knitting and embroidery. She made me this wall hanging when I first went to Africa. It is a scene of Lake Malawi which was one of my stops on my backpacking adventure. She very much enjoyed making things for other people and I do miss her inquisitive spirit.
So on to treasure island…….
My Dad offered me a sewing table and I said I’d take it without looking to look at it first. We don’t have a massive house but a little sewing table is exactly what I’ve been looking for in my grandplan to create myself my own sewing space (currently I’m clogging up the spare room). It’s a sweet little table – more of a side table than an actual side table but has good deep storage.
Which is where things got interesting. And just a little bit high pitched and feverish. If any dogs in Midlothian got a little antsy at about 9pm on Friday 12th June I apologise. I was emitting noises only dogs and dolphins can hear.
That’s because this lovely little table with good storage was packed to the gunnels with treasure! Oh aaaarr me heartys. Treasure! After a manic few minutes I decided to come back another evening once I’d calmed down and take a proper inventory. And here it is…..
4 fine scissors
1 perforating rotary blade
Oodles and oodles of buttons
Oodles of pins and some lovely needle books – some clearly made by Grandma
Corkscrew things – any ideas what these are?
5 thimbles (chuffed with this as I’ve been meaning to buy one)
2 sharp pokey things – no idea what these are for?
Safety pins (already came in handy as I ran in Pretty Muddy at the weekend and needed pins for my number)
4 measuring tapes – the numbers are rubbed away on some of them but they’re so pretty I have to keep them)
3 seam rippers
A mystery wooden egg that I can’t get open. It’s got the Robert Burns poem Bonnie Doon inscribed on it.
Bag of chamois leather – I was wondering about using it for the soles of baby shoes? Any other ideas?
Bag of shoulder pads
Charles and Diana box with sewing machine maintenance kit. Shame they didn’t have a maintenance kit for Charles and Di eh?
Box of bias binding and oodles of snaps
Box of bra elastics – clearly of the wartime era my Grandma appears to have take scissors to all her old clothes when they were no longer fit for wear
Box of embroidery wool
Box of elastics
4 circular knitting pins – I’ll pass these onto the Mothership to encourage her to keep knitting for my little girl
2 embroidery hoops
1 trouser pocket replacement – who knew you could buy such a thing?
Finally tucked away in a little box are my Grandpa’s ‘pips’ from the war (sorry about the crap photos). He was Royal Medical Corps and my husband is a bit of an army buff and reckons it made him Lieutenant Colonel. He doesn’t talk much about his time in the war. Little snippets come out occasionally but only about the nicer bits. Like how he married my Grandma while on leave and they honeymooned in a little B&B in Pitlochry but got thrown out early after he couldn’t find his ration book. It turned up later in his pocket – my grandma had been too embarrassed to check the pockets of her new husbands trousers.
So all in all a treasure trove of memories and a bucket load of really really useful things that I’ll hopefully put to good use.