A New Sewing Box

My Momma loved to sew.

I can’t remember a time in her life that she wasn’t sewing.

She loved quilting.

Tiny stitches, one right after the other, such beautiful work.

Momma always had a sewing box near her, different ones over the years.

I now have her last sewing box, I don’t use it, just treasure it, and all the things inside that were hers.

Today would have been my Momma’s birthday, how I miss her.

I do not sew much, but I do have thread, needles, the basics. They are kept here and there, never had a “sewing box” of my own.

When I found this wood box at the thrift store ($4.00), I thought it could be a wonderful sewing box.

Cleaned it out several times, sanded it a bit before staining the box, inside and out, except for the lid, which I painted.

I wanted it to have a vintage look, so of course, I painted the lid white with chalk paint and added a vintage type handle.

After sealing the lid with a chalk paint wax, my box was complete.

It is beautiful to me.

I now have my own sewing box, one I hope someday, someone will treasure, as I do my Momma’s.

I am sure she is smiling down on me as I write this post.

If I close my eyes, I can see Momma with her sisters, sewing, and Grandma crocheting, singing the old gospel songs they loved.

Hope you all love my sewing box, and thank you for letting me share some memories with you today.

Happy Birthday Momma!