Bright Spot

I've always loved the colours and sheen of embroidery thread.

One of my sisters and I spent some time today sorting, and packing keepsakes, and items for donation, recycling, disposal at my Dad's (and once Mom's) apartment. It went more easily than I'd thought it would though there were some sentimental moments. One basket left for our other sisters to glean through is now referred to as the tear trap.

This shiny metal box filled with Mom's embroidery floss took my breath away when I opened it the other day. Then it took sister K's away today. It's not that we spent a gloomy time while we worked , just that there was something very joyful and reassuring about opening this particular box of colours.