The things that cost nothing can mean everything. Mrs. Moody’s thread cupboard is one of those. My mother was given a sewing cabinet with six small drawers. She brought it to a cabinet maker who turned those drawers and part of the cabinet top into a sweet piece of furniture that holds my thread, color sorted. I almost once got rid of this little gem in a moment of overwhelm. And I’m so glad I resisted. A sense of comfort, friends of old, connecting generations and centuries. And wood, the trees, their stories buried deep in the grain. And the original sewing cupboard maker(s), in a smoky city? A brick factory? Going home at the end of the day to family, peace, and all natural fibers in the kitchen, and closets. Some tales float into the air from this humble bit of furniture that sits quietly under my workshop table. Thank you, little one, for keeping me company.
