Today I was going through some of my crafting things and there sat my great grandmothers sewing box. Its amazing to me everytime I open it. It was in storage until a couple of years ago and then my grandmother gave it to me. I have never been able to get rid of one thing in the box. I am sure some of the material and trim has dry rotted, but it is a reminder of my Nanny. She sewed so many quits and clothes for us growing up. In fact I found the last quilt she was working on before she died. One day I will finish it. I think this box is a way of holding on to all of the memories of my great grandmother. I learned a lot from her and I am blessed that I was able to have her in my life as an adult. She died before Kevin and I got married so she was never able to see my children. I know that there is a part of her in them and I am thankful.