Sometimes being practical is a bad idea.
Sometimes being frugal comes back to bite you.
Yesterday was such a day. I was practical and frugal and now . . . I am repenting.
It was Saturday—garage sale day. My mother and I went off on the byways of upstate New York, to see what treasures lurked.
Not too many treasures, as it turned out, but there was one . . .
In a driveway, in a small village, a beautiful sewing case.
I’ve written about these cases in the past. They were offered, apparently as a project from the Cooperative Extension, for men to make for their wives. I’ve seen probably 20 of these over the years and have ended up owning most of them, at least for a while, before passing them along to others.
This one, though, is the prettiest and most unusual I’ve ever seen.
The fabric on the outside is a wonderful winter scene, and in great condition.
The inside, though, is what sets this apart. All of these cases were customized by the makers, probably with input from their wives. Some have pin cushions built in, or little drawers. Many have the jars with the lids attached to the box, to collect buttons and pins, and the nails to corral spools of thread.
But never have I seen one with the fabulous decorative cutouts evident here. The words “This ‘N That,” the initials “LC,” and the shapes of scissors, large and small, were all carefully pierced into the wood.
And all those pierced panels are constructed to tip out, on hinges, for easy access.
So, I looked at it and I drooled. I coveted it.
The practical persona sat on my shoulder and whispered, “You already own two pretty cases like this.”
The frugal persona asked the price . . . and offered $5 less.
The seller declined that offer.
And the third persona, known forever after as the bereft, disappointed one, walked away.
I got in my car. I drove away. And I haven’t stopped thinking about this treasure since.