Tag: sewing

  • June 10, 2014

    June 10, 2014

    Here is a button box that belonged to my grandmother. I remember sitting beside my mother as she sewed (or tried to sew—my mother found everything about sewing frustrating and baffling). I remember tracing my fingers over the picture on the lid of the box. I was six years old, maybe seven; I could read…

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