I spotted this pretty box amongst Uncle's things and decided it would make a good sewing box.
It could replace the now-three-legged sewing box my great-aunt made for me, oh, maybe 50 years ago.
But then I thought: realistically how much sewing am I going to do between now and the end of my life?
I came to the conclusion all I really needed - in case of an absolute and dire emergency - was this:
The crinolined lady pin case out of sentiment I'm keeping as, along with the cookery apron, is the only sewing I did in school. Oh and a stuffed felt Bambi, which, sadly, fell apart.