The new building we’ve moved into had another gay couple moving out at the same time, with a month overlap on old and new. They’ve been putting out all sorts of antiques and ephemera. In one of the boxes, alongside old picture frames, was this weathered black box. At first, I thought it was a painters box. Or, perhaps, a travelling Catholic altar. And, I also hoped it wasn’t a Dybbuk box.
When I opened it, half expecting the hounds of hell, I was hit with the musty smell of old. (Not the smell from the bowels of Hell, luckily.) And, there it was, a travelling tailor’s sewing box. Space for thimble, scissors, rulers, thread and more. Poorly painted and left in dampness, it was finally put out for me to find. I’ll get it up to speed and restore it the best I can.
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Photo taken at: Northampton, Massachusetts