Grasping at Threads...

…or: late afternoon blip. I did some mending on the sewing machine today. I don't know what came over me, but I fixed tears in a couple nightgowns, shortened a tablecloth that's been sitting there since two Christmases ago, darned a rip in a comforter cover, and fixed my grandson's oversized grey sweatshirt. They were all items that took up a lot of space on the table, so I feel that I've done something monumental.

If you can enlarge this photo, please notice the label on the wooden spool at the top left--Coats & Clark's 15¢. My guess it's from my mother's thread box, probably going back to at least 1950.


I've also been scanning some old negatives for a memorial for a family member who recently passed away. She was a woman about my age, and I didn't know her well, but looking at all those images of a young vibrant person left me feeling unsettled for the rest of the day. How young we all used to be, and radiant and just beginning.