This sewing box belonged to my grandmother. I have no idea of its real age, but I do know she died in 1953, making it at least 60 years old. When my aunts and uncles began breaking up their households, one of them mentioned that it was in the attic and casually asked if I would like to have it. I had never seen it and knew nothing of its condition, but am so very glad I said yes. Some months later it made its way into my possession and I prize it greatly. It is very fragile and its design does not make the best use of space in my sewing room. So, it serves as an end table in our guest room. It is one of the few items belonging to my paternal grandmother that I own.
I am linking up with with Coloradolady's Vintage Thingie Thursday page. Her post today is of special interest to me because it features homes in the city where I grew up, Austin, Texas.