I love old sewing notions. New ones, too, for that matter, but especially the old ones. It doesn't necessarily mean that I want to own them all but I do enjoy looking at them, holding them, imagining using them. When I go to a flea market or thrift store and find something I love, I carry it around as I shop all the while telling myself that I'm possessing it while I'm in the store: it was "mine" for a few minutes, and then I let it go to someone else. I can usually (though not always) talk myself out of purchases this way.
Let's face it, one of these days or years I'll die and my children will just have to pass on whatever's left. No need to buy more for them to pass on.
Okay, I'm feeling a little better after this awful flu and could have photographed the Traveling Stash box today IF it had not been the greyest, rainiest day so far this spring. I hope tomorrow will bring a little brightness and sunshine so I can take photos and post the box. I need to move it from my house to one of your houses!