I’m a sucker for yesteryear. Things that are old appeal to me. Not because of their age but because of the tale attached to it. I hold my mom’s clothes dear to me NOT because of the year she wore them. The years 1990, 1992, 1998, and 2003, those numbers are useless. What I hold dear is the tale the garment tells. When I look at a flared white skirt with a border print at the bottom hem, I remember the birthday party she wore it to. She was turning 47 and it was a “surprise” birthday (she planned it herself but made sure she looked surprised when entering). The same goes for my clothes too. I don’t throw away clothes. Instead, I store them in a box. One, because it saves space, two, because I use old clothes for fabric, and three, because I often “shop” my old clothes. Every time I dig through my stash, there is always one garment I pick up with both hands, hold up, and think upon the tale it tales. “Oh, this Marc Jacobs tee… I wore this with a plaid Bebe skirt Christmas morning when I received a white pair of sunglasses and a Juicy Couture Charm bracelet.” (I was SO brand obsessed back then).
This also applies to things that I acquire. My grandpa is a flea market junkie. His finds are varied and many times questionable. One time, he bought a wedding dress for $2. Is he getting married? No. Are any of his daughters getting married? No. But the deal was good and no Flanigan passes up a good deal. One of his finds, which I inherited, was a sewing chest. Boxed up and pictured above, this thing lived in the trunk of my car for a good six months. I had no use for it – I was waiting for something to come up to decide what to do with it – until I starting thinking about the tale of who owned this before me and the tale of the sewing chest or cabinet. Why would someone want to give this up? Although I didn’t have the biggest liking for this thing, a part of me kept it just because it was sewing related. It’s hard for me to think that others are not into sewing like I am.
Also, the tale of the sewing chest is an interesting one. The sewing chest or in some cases, cabinet, became popular in the late 1770s/early 1800s. A sign of refinement, ladies attended “sewing parties” where they gathered around a table and stitched for hours. The sewing chest allowed the ladies to travel from home to home and carry all of their supplies with them in a stylish way. Like a Louis Vuitton backpack would do – travel in style.
I’ve written the tale for this sewing chest as much as I can and now it’s your turn. The “something” that I was waiting to “come up” has occurred – I want to give it to one of you. No Facebook “like” is necessary – this giveaway is not about that. If you want this sewing chest, for whatever reason, leave a comment and that’s it. The tale has begun but where is will end, I don’t know. Let’s write it together.