A couple years ago, my mom gave away a small collection of vintage luggage. She offered them to me first, of course. I don't know what I was thinking, but I said no. Whenever I think of them, I feel a pang of guilt. Why, oh WHY did I reject those sweet suitcases? I have been thinking of them a lot lately because I've been organizing the house (There's been much more organizing than sewing going on around here. It had to happen.) and those cases would have been perfect to hold some of my sewing supplies.
Apparently the thrifting goddess felt bad for me, though, because yesterday I walked into the thrift shop and... well hello vintage train cases in pink and green! You'll be coming home with me today!
A new spot to keep embroidery thread.
And a new treasure chest for Fiona to explore!