March 21st, would have been my sweet Momma’s birthday.
She is resting in heaven now, I miss her every single day.
Thoughts of her were all about me on her birthday, looking at things I have of hers, photos, and so many loving memories.
When she passed, I was blessed to acquire something special of hers, her sewing box.
Nothing expensive about it, that was not Momma.
It was precious to her, it was a gift from one of her sisters.
Anyone who ever visited my Momma’s home saw this sewing box sitting next to her favorite chair, where she would sit at night sewing, always sewing.
Over the years, it had faded and showed signs of age, so I thought a loving makeover was needed.
I wanted the sewing box to reflect the beautiful person my Momma was, inside and out.
As I emptied the box to clean, I so enjoyed holding and looking at her things, her scissors, so many different needles, spools of thread, balls of yarn, small sewing projects she left behind, even a pair of her glasses.
I spray painted the box with several coats of Rustoleum, “white linen”, chalk paint.
I added a piece of vintage look paper to the inside lid, and also one of my favorite photos of Momma.
Love the way the sewing box looks now, so bright, so clean, beautiful inside and out, just like my Momma.
Her sewing box sits on my dresser, I enjoy looking at it, opening it to see her lovely young photo, and using it.
I really think Momma would like the makeover. I sure hope so!
Every step was done with love.
Blessings to each of you on this Sunday.
