A handful of 1 foot long black cotton strings. I don’t remember what they came from, or why I saved them. They feel odd, too – as if the cotton has been lightly waxed. I’m not sure what I meant them for, but perhaps they can be pressed into service for contrast stitching of some kind. Or creepy doll hair.
A card of Braiding Cord in two colors, pink and purple. Purchased when I was in a very “I’m Going To Bead Things” phase. I actually did end up using it with some beads and charms to make some cute little bookmarks, which I should probably toss up on Etsy.
A 2-button card with only one antiqued brass four hole round button remaining. Also, a sewing needle with a length of black thread stuck in said card, removed and stuck in emery strawberry. This button card was purchased when my ex had popped a button off his pants (again) and needed me to replace it (again) because this time the original button had gotten lost. It occurse to me that I probably need to gather all my buttons into one place somehow, as part of my ongoing quest to clean and organize my bedroom-cum-workspace.
Two spools of Gudebrod fly-tying thread in gold and dark copper. For the entirety of my growing up, my parents owned a small bait and tackle shop. Really, in a way I grew up there. I remember potty training on a little plastic potty behind the counter. The parking lot and surrounding grounds were my playground. I had my first lessons about shoplifting there (a story for another time). I can’t imagine a childhood without the shop. So it makes perfect sense to me, that the making of a sewing kit for a gift had included not regular thread, but a whole bunch of fly-tying thread, put in a small black tackle box.
Three spools of all purpose sewing thread, two in black, one in pale sage. I’ve removed these and added them to my recently-implemented thread storage solution – which would be a pretty black wire spice rack acquired from the local thrift store (I LOVE my local thrift store) for a shockingly small amount of money. It matches my black wire craft storage shelves, and fits perfectly behind it. Itself, the rack has three shelves, and is so far managing to hold all my thread. It’s wonderful to have it all in one place, and to discover that I quite possibly should never again need to buy black, blue, or white thread.
Three lengths of white string, two with long wooden beads still attached. These came from long strings of wooden beads that at one point had apparently comprised a beaded curtain. I have visions of repurposing these beads for other things, not the least of which being that I want to find out if wooden beading on clothing would have been appropriate for my Byzantine persona in the SCA.
A jeweler’s pincers tool. From above-mentioned beading/jewelry stage. I actually have a new and current use for these. I’ve recently learned how to do viking wire weaving, and have someone who wants to buy some of my work to resell in her shop. The pincers will come in handy for that.
Two handmade Be Kind string bookmarks. From above-mentioned beading/jewelry stage as well; I’ll get them neatened up and put on Etsy in coming weeks. And right now I’m adding that to my hefty project lise.
A handmade Be Kind string cell phone charm. See above.
A handmade lock and key cell phone charm. …ad nauseum.
Two strands of amethyst beads, one partially used. More from the same project.
A thin card of beading needles. I get these any time I have the beading bug, but almost never use them because I’m too used to sewing needles, and invariably bend these.
A belled, beaded string bookmark. Yet again.
A variety of round and long cylindrical wooden beads in cherry and in a pale almost white color. Aha! The beads from the long white bead curtain strings!
A needle threader. One can never have too many of these; I think that, counting this one, I have three or four. I still need to figure out a good location and container for keeping them.
This has been interesting, but somewhat less introspective and illuminating than the first box. Given that, I took the liberty of peeking ahead through the remaining three boxes, and am going to call shenanigans on continuing this project further. If the prospect of slogging through those boxes’ contents bores me, it certainly won’t be fun for anybody to read.