A peek in my daily life and the things I like to do.
29 July 2011
I own a little collection of old milk jars. I didn't collect them, they just came to me.
From my mother, both grandmothers and great-grandmothers.
The same happened with the thimbles. When my children went on holidays they took a thimble home for their sewing mother :) The same did my sister and now my grandchildren also take a thimble home with them for their quilt-sewing granny.
I have thimbles from all over the world, Guatemala, New Zealand, New York ,USA and many European countries and cities. Each timble tells a story.