A year or so ago, an old aunt of a friend died. When she was cleaning out the apartment, I got a few pieces of furniture, and a box of old sewing supplies. For some reason, I left the yellow box on my bookshelf for all this time just to rediscover it this past weekend.

I got a lot of lovely (teeny tiny for the most part) sewing needles, razorblades wrapped in printed tissue paper, old zippers, thread, various bits of lace and ribbon and pink boning.