November 23rd, 2011
While cleaning out my bedroom closet, I came across a bag I’d forgotten to sort. My mother delivered it last year, I think from my Auntie Mary but maybe from my Gram. It contained a fascinating assortment of mid-20th century treasures.
Three sets of plastic sock needles.
Garish plastic buttons.
A fat quarter of palm-tree printed fabric.
“Zip Her” — a gadget for closing your own dress from behind.
Black gloves with buttons, alas way too small to fit my unnaturally long fingers.
Wooden things, including two (on the right) that seem to be for darning, and (on the left) a barbell.
There were two other things in the bag, but they are so monumentally “cool” that I am saving them for individual posts.