While visiting my mom this weekend I dug up one of her old sewing boxes out in the garage. I remember how much I used to love going through it, looking for treasures and snippets of this and that. Funny how much you remember when something engages your senses.That box still held all my childhood sights, smells, textures and the anticipation of finding something new.
An old official letter from my dad's days in the US Navy.
At the bottom of the box I found my measurements written down on notebook paper. My mom sewed alot of my clothes when I was young. Later she and I made my wedding dress together.