VANITY FAIR
A SEWING-BASKET Grandmother’s sewing-basket belonged to the delectable overflow class. No matter how much time she spent arranging the kaleidoscopic collection of threads, one or two spools always managed to leave their silky tails trailing outside. The bright yellow tape-measure lay in a serpentine coil on the lop and the tiny embroidery scissors, with their points formed by a stork’s bill, were close io the bottom. Then there was a pompous strawberry emery, puffed with his own importance because he could polish rusty needles into shining steel perfection before you could count ten. And if you had been veiy, very good all day, Grandmother would let you peep into the velvel-lin cd box that cradled the gold thimble which had been her grandmother's ever so long ago. kKit/r a little coaxing, she would even let you slip it on your frige: for a moment.
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 74, Issue 141, 17 June 1931, Page 2
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