This is my hymn to haberdashery .... those glorious piles of useful sewing supplies, the well stocked stall and its many treasures.
I love haberdashery, even saying the word out loud makes me smile, Haberdashery. It conjures up images of those tools and supplies, coveted by me and used by a haberdasher - a dealer in small items used in sewing such as buttons, zips and threads - and pressed into service by the Tailor of Gloucester, one of my all-time favourite stories - 'no more twist'
The quiet beauty of tiny pearl buttons, gleaming circles of glass head pins, flower shaped cards of needles, tomato pin cushions and rows of sewing threads. They transport me back to childhood, I'm 10 years old and trying to decide what to buy with my pocket money at the sewing stall - gloating over bags of ribbons, embroidery silks or even more buttons. A delicious feast for the senses and more valuable than sweets.
Who knows where rummaging in a lovely old button tin will take me - right back to Nana's kitchen table, long ago with my sisters, all counting out treasure into tottering piles or right now, planning my latest clothing makeover with those glorious jet beauties and the bundle of braids.
Revel in those handed down sewing boxes and returning haberdashery counters.
Creativity starts here.