The other day, while I was looking for something completely different, I came across this little box which had belonged to my grandmother.
Not very exciting is it. But then, what happens if you take off the lid and peep inside?
Any clues?
Here are the sides…
I’m sure many of you will know now exactly what it is…
…opened out, it’s obvious – a needle-case.
Dozens of rusty (but still very sharp) needles. And what’s in the middle?
Just more needles – still wrapped in their black tissue.
A gift to my grandmother from her brother, fighting in France during The Great War. (He survived).
Not all family heirlooms are valuable, some are priceless.
❤
Dreaming In Stitches 