This was a little tin filled with random sewing stuff. My mom kept her sewing stuff in a cookie tin, so it made me smile to think it might be hereditary.
A thimble. Do I even have that on the right finger?
I also found a bunch of teeny-tiny crochet hooks. My mom told me they were used for tatting, which is neat because I was thinking I wanted to learn tatting.
She had a lot of them. She sewed a lot of clothes for her kids (they had eight, so you had to do something to save money!) so maybe she made lace for the girls' dresses.
Honestly Grandma, you could have popped for a new pencil. You deserved it.
I liked this. It's a little tape measure. It says Standard Die Press on it. My grandpa was a tool and dye maker, and I imagine he got this from a business associate or something, and it wound up in Grandma's sewing supplies.
My parents are also bringing me Grandma's Singer button-holer. I had originally driven down there to consider buying Grandma's sewing machine. It's a cool old Kenmore, but I didn't buy it because I wanted it to go intact to somebody who would use it a lot. I'd use it, but really not that much. However, I told my mom that if nobody takes it, I would, because I'd rather it stay with me than end up on the curb. So she said that after everyone in the family went through one more time, if it was still left she'd get it for me. That sounds like a good deal to me. I just want it to go somewhere where it'll be used.