I love it when I finish a spool of thread. I always save the empty spool. I have a whole collection. Which is odd, since I don't collect much of anything and I am always looking for something to get rid of. I have pondered this a bit and realized that, in the past, I loved finishing a spool of thread because it was proof that I had actually accomplished something. I would get frustrated in the finishing touches of my creations and would therefore, most of the time, not finish them. But that spool, oh that spool, that completely empty spool showed that I had actually accomplished something. . .
And apparently I have much to accomplish, because I have about a gazillion (real word, promise!), spools of thread WITH the thread still on. I have towers of serger thread and an overflowing bucket full of spools of thread.
My grandmother passed away a week or so ago. She was the one who taught me to enjoy crafting. She had the patience of Job. I remember her sitting with me, trying to teach me to embroider, crochet, knit, quilt, tie quilts, sew, bead, thread needles, count buttons-- anything and everything! And she never got frustrated with me. Ever.
She was also a saver. She saved EVERYTHING! You know those take-out containers you get at restaurants? Saved 'um. She told me they were perfect for taking food, you know, for lunch to work or something like that. Only. . . by then Grandpa and Grandma stayed at home for lunch everyday. And even when Grandpa was working on the farm, he came home for lunch. But-- just in case she needed them, they were there.
Anyway, I am apparently the only seamstress in the family so, all those collections of crafting items that she never got around to, get to come to my little home. I have never been very sentimental, but when I was taking all that beautiful thread out of the bag to take a picture, I was smiling, thinking of my little Grandmother, saving her favorite spools of thread in little tins. And at how she saved a little bit of pretty yarn on one of the wooden spools. I love you, Grandma. I will think of you everytime I pull out one of those fabulous wooden spools and put it to good use.