Tucked inside vintage suitcases and baskets are my sewing tools and supplies; needles, hooks and eyes, snaps, thimbles, and spools of thread, many, many spools of thread. I have inherited Mother’s spools of thread, and also Aunt Barbara’s. I probably have Aunt Ruby’s and Grandma Margaret’s too. I could never resist a bag of sewing supplies in a thrift store, especially if I discovered a vintage wooden spool peeking out.
I use spools often, to wind up bits of lace, or organize baker’s twine for craft projects. I have a few spools scattered around my craft room.
I decided last week I have too many spools of thread, and I began to sort things out. I was reminded by the message from Gift From the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. While on her solitary vacation at the sea shore the author wrote of simplicity, of filling your pockets with every beautiful shell you discover in the sand but then realizing you only really need three or four. So, I decided to keep some spools of thread, give some away, and list some in my Etsy shop.
Once again a monsoon storm is threatening. A large storm hit on Saturday evening and our electricity was out for a couple of hours. I lit candles and then gathered up the solar lights from the garden. I put the solar lights in mason jars placed around the house. We then sat on the porch to watch the storm and ate the ice cream before it melted. It was lovely evening.
Thanks for listening. Take care.