Yes well I couldn't help myself the day I wandered into an antique store and spotted this very 'shabby chic' sewing box on the floor.......
It was tucked into a little corner of the store near the sewing section
It was shabby and very old and spoke volumes of a very hard life.
It had rusty old hinges, tears at the side and it had faded terribly.
The once fine silk fabric had not weathered well at all. In fact I highly suspect that this once very pretty silk sewing box had once upon a time lived through a flood.
The water mark was still very obvious at the bottom of the box.
This sewing box was not like any other that I had ever seen in my antiquing travels. It had quite obviously belonged to somebody very well to do and it had once been a top shelf item at a very posh sewing store.
The woven silk was high quality and the pretty box' interior also lined with green silk and studded with many silk covered buttons.
Despite it's harsh life there is something so opulent and fine about it.
It cost but a few dollars and I just had to have it.
Not everything in life comes absolutely perfect. Some things start off pristine but after many years they begin to show age and wear. This pretty sewing box is a great example of the journey of life.
If I close my eyes and sit quietly I can imagine a 'lady of the house' sitting in her front parlour threading a tiny needle and sewing herself a new bed jacket. Perhaps she used this box as her crochet box and she kept her silk threads in it ?
Maybe she was crocheting a pretty new collar ?
The what if's and when's seek out the contents of my romantic mind and intrigue me.
That's the thing that I love the most about antiques.....the history !
If this shabby old box could speak I am sure that it would speak volumes. Every piece of rust on the hinges tells a story. Every time a dainty hand lifted the lid on the box somebody's mind would be enveloped in creation.
Possibilities of making something wonderful would have made the owner of this box smile as she opened it's lid.
Maybe this pretty box once lived in a castle deep in the lush green hills of England. Maybe it sat on top of a beautiful sewing machine with sweeping views of the lush green valley below.
Maybe it belonged to a lady in waiting. She may have received it for Christmas one year from her 'lady' whom she served. I can imagine that she would have been so excited to receive it !
Maybe I have just been watching too many episodes of 'Downton Abbey' and I need to take a break.......lol
Please take a look at this sweet little Miss who has weathered many storms and let your mind wonder your own set of maybe's, when's and why's.
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The top view of my sewing box. It's faded green silk still resonates distant beauty.
Wear and tear only intrigues me all the more.
It is living along side of some of my other sewing boxes from my collection. I only have a few but I have one favourite.....
and here it is pictured below.
It is an old peach coloured sewing box that once belonged to my Grandmother. I used to play in this box when I was just a wee child.
It smells just like my Grandmother. Face powder, perfume and a faint smell of mothballs. I can almost feel her sitting next to me as I write this.
It is just a sewing box, but it means the world to me.
It represents somebody who meant a great deal to me.
It represents love.
This sewing box pictured below has housed some of my lace for many years. It used to hold all of my buttons until the base began to fall apart and they kept on escaping.......
Back to my shabby box.......
Does it really matter that she looks so old and shabby ?
I am hesitant to give her a bath in case the silk tears some more.
If anybody has an idea of how to tidy her up a bit please be sure to let me know.
I think she definitely deserves to look her absolute best once again.
Have any of you dear friends inherited a beautiful sewing box ?
Perhaps you have collected a few of your own over the years. I would love to have you share your own stories with me.