The Man
brought this home for me around the millennium change, after I had announced
that I was going to work less and craft more. Found somewhere along his route
to a shop. I remember seeing the square fold-out boxes in the Seventies, but we
never had one at home. I think my mom hated them. I have to say I agree, but
those were possibly copies and this one is almost antique and I did like the
legs. They are in the same style as my
vintage dresser.
I sold the
thing in 2015. I knit and crochet more than I sew and it got in my way. The
contents easily fit in a drawer. It hurt a bit to sell a gift that at the time
meant to say he accepted the change to living with less money, but I haven’t
missed the object once. I’ve got so many pretty curb finds to keep!
2 comments:
It was a BEAUTY! Definitely better than the tacky ones that flooded the market in our (well, mine. 1970-80's) youth! Parting can be sweet sorrow, but oh-so-necessary!!
Be Well!!
Someone must be loving it, very useful shallow drawers, all those tiny notions on the ready.
I feel very guilty giving away presents. One time my mother regifted a sweater that inadvertently completed a circuit to the original giver, oopsie.
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