Treasures

You all probably know by now that I have a weak spot in my heart for old pincushions and scissors (and I dare say many of you share my obsession). I've been very good lately about keeping myself from the temptation to buy, and was rewarded come Birthday and Christmas time with such charming additions to my collection that I find myself satisfied. For the time being, that is.

The discriminating eye of my Sister-in-Law found an assortment of old scissors, including the pair with the cross and heart motif, giving them to me for my Birthday, and therefore officially making my sundry pairs picked up hither and yon into a bonified collection.

Which then made it necessary for me to find a way to put them on display together, leading the famous Farmboy to find a vintage spoon rack for me on ebay, sneaking it under the Christmas tree, and thereby wiggling his way further into my heart.

The scissors on the top left were given to me by the doctor that removed stitches from my 12 year old body... I know they don't really belong there, but they did become my first pair of make-do embroidery scissors. Plus I'm old enough that they'll truly be antiques in no time at all.

The scissors on top center belonged to my maternal Grandmother and have quite twisted points from someone using them to pry something open.

The amazingly hand-made white silk strawberry make-do was smuggled under my very nose from a favorite dealer at an antique show MONTHS ago, and faithfully stored away until just the right time. Some people just know the way to a girls' heart... and to elaborate on the story a little more, the little cross-stitched patchwork cushion was purchased off of my etsy favorites by the same sneaky person.

And this. crazy. whatever-cushion? Found on etsy by me. I positively couldn't resist.

Have you ever seen its like? Reported by the seller to come out of the home of three ladies who never spoke a word of English....only their native Norwegian, and lived somewhere in North Dakota or Minnesota and possibly made around late 1890s or early 1900s.

Too bad there are still some empty spots open in that scissor rack...