Grandma and her sewing basket…
I’m not quite sure, but I think with some certainty that my grandkids see my sewing basket as a magical place of mending and sewing; a place where dancing spools of colors thread themselves in likewise dancing needles, and a place where buttons gather themselves like sand on a beach.
I feel honored to be thought part of this magical place as the go-to person for any mending or sewing that needs immediate attention. I am, let’s say, the gate-keeper of the sewing basket. Yes. And I love it.
My latest mending request was by my 4-year old grandson Henry, who had a sad little Monkey hat whose nose was falling off and whose pom poms were either detached and/or missing. Henry began the mending conversation like this:
Henry: Grandma, do you have your sewing basket in your car?
Me: No, Honey, I keep it at home.
Henry: Oh. Can you go home and get it because my Monkey hat needs to be sewed. (My home is a 45-minute drive and it’s Friday afternoon rush hour.)
Me: How about if I take your hat home, sew it and bring it back tomorrow?
Henry: (hesitant to part with his hat) Oh. Okay. But do you have the right colors to fix it?
Of course I have the right colors; that’s part of the magic!
So that’s what I did. Well, that’s what the magic sewing basket did…
Ah. The perfect colors are dancing inside my sewing basket.
Henry could find only one pom pom, but assured me that he’d be searching for the other one… still wondering aloud and with great concern if my sewing basket has the right colors.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that when I got home, I didn’t even take off my coat. I got straight to work, kind of like Santa on Christmas Eve. And when the magic was done, I put the Monkey hat on my head and sent a photo text to his Mommy, Audrey…
As promised, because Grandmas and magic may never, ever break a promise and I have all the right colors, I delivered the mended Monkey hat to Henry the very next day… at Grandma Rita’s 88th birthday dinner. Henry was delighted with the magic and the colors!
Henry may very well still be wearing his Monkey hat today!
And ya know what? I know with certainty that my grandkids see my sewing basket as a magical place of mending and sewing. Because it is.