Let’s be clear; I’m not a hoarder. I regularly and cheerfully have somewhat frenzied clear-outs of my stuff. But I am a gatherer of all things useful; fabric, craft materials, pretty papers, paint and brushes, sewing patterns.
I used to sew a lot. Back in the days when clothes for New Zealanders were made in New Zealand and a small market meant limited choice; when you could almost guarantee someone would be wearing the same frock as you at any event. So Kiwi women tended to be pretty handy with a sewing machine and a pair of pinking shears.
These days I don’t make clothes any more; in fact I don’t do much sewing at all except running repairs on the boy child’s favourite skate clothes and replacing missing buttons — which is why I was rummaging in the sewing box today. Somewhere in amongst the buttons and bindings and scissors and spare bobbins I was sure I’d find some red thread and a fine needle.
And a chance to photograph some of the contents of my due-for-a-clear-out sewing box.