I lost my grandmother back in September. It was the first major loss I've had in my life since my grandfather passed away when I was 9. I was lucky to have so many wonderful years with her, she was nearly 93 when she left us. She was an avid maker of things for many of those 93 years. Knitting and crochet was her knack. She won best in show for a finely crocheted tablecloth last year...it was quite the accomplishment! While going through her possessions I stumbled across her sewing box. In the tin were numerous buttons, clumps of half century-old beeswax, scissors and thread. All of the usual sewing box suspects accounted for.
Then I saw the thimbles.
I claimed these beauties for my own. It warms my heart knowing that these thimbles lived countless hours on the tips of her fingers that produced such beautiful things. A shelf befitting of such beauty was in order. So I painted this thrift store find and here they will live. They are treasures, complete with pricks, dents and deep scores, evidence of use. Evidence of the love and time that she put into her craft.