It seems I have a lot of mending to do. At least my thimbles suggest that. Patti at A New Day Dawns mentioned last week she collects thimbles which made my thoughts turn to a special collection I have enjoyed over the years. I’d like to share my collection with her and you, and I thank her for the inspiration.
How did I acquire so many? Well, it goes back to my china. I never could decide on a color and pattern in picking out china. Each set is white. A lace motif on bone with platinum rim. Then years later, I picked out another white pattern, this time textured. Motifs and texture, but no color, just white.
When I saw the array of colors and patterns manufactured by Spode of England, St. Donat’s of Wales, Ancap of Italy, Elg & Elg of Sweden and Kronach of Germany, I thought, that’s it, that will add the color, themes and interest to my bland taste in china. It seemed my monochrome taste had a fix and the colorful thimbles have brightened up my china hutch. They were irresistible. Besides I enjoy needlework and yes, all these thimbles have seen some service. They saved me from pricking my finger or pushing the eye of the needle until my finger turned purple while mending jeans, sewing on a button or pushing a
blunt stubborn pin through fabric.
I joined a thimble collector’s club, then over the years I loved hearing “Mom, a box came in the mail!” And so the boxes came month after month, year after year. The girls and I enjoyed watching the collection grow. Roses, chrysanthemums and orchids. Dolphins, badgers, birds and monkeys. A windmill from Holland. Whimsical pieces including a carousel, playing cards, clowns and a unicorn. They came from England, Wales, Germany, Japan, Italy and Venezuela.
But then, because I’m practical
I don’t hoard, I stopped. There’s enough. It’s satisfying to stitch a good stitch, sew back a button and cinch up a tear. Each thimble assists in the labor similarly. Yet each one sends my thoughts reflecting on their varied beauty. I have my favorites yet I have gifted a few symbolic of mending what may be broken. Enough. Enough reminds me I have what I need.
There are other things to mend this year using different tools. I will use my voice to give encouragement, look for change, to grow. I will use forgiveness, compassion, show love and gratitude all I can. It’s cold outside, the fire is burning and I bring out things that must be mended. Another term will start soon. Now is the time to reflect, recharge, renew — make things new. My thoughts turn to all the mending that needs to be done literally and figuratively.