Today I got very industrious and collected things from Angie's sewing box and corralled them into a mason jar. I saw this idea when I was out with Joan a few weeks ago, and decided today was the perfect day to get it done.
There was a "ruffle-maker" which I can not recall mom ever using, but it delighted me to know that she at one time harbored a secret plan to make ruffles.
There was a variety of seam binding, snaps, hooks & eyes, instructions for sewing in zippers, and one lone blue zipper.
There were rusty needles, part of an iron-on-patch, screws, a chunk of wood from a box that needed to be glued back in place, and a piece of blue tailers chalk that I remember mom using when she hemmed up our pants.
I threw in her thimble, though I debated leaving it out to use myself, and an old swimming patch that never quite got affixed to one of our swimsuits.
For good measure, I tossed in one of her old "twisties" that I found the other day around an extension cord. Good stuff. All of it. It's sitting on a table in the living room along with my own sewing and knitting projects. Right by the jars of sand dollars, tiny shells, and sea glass. You can't have too many jars of collections.