My mother was a collector of thimbles. Not the plain silver ones that many sewers use but decorative ones she collected over the years. She had this miniature hutch that she displayed them in.
It seemed to me a great collection that marked the years, the people and the travels in her life. She was often given thimbles as gifts. She purchased them tiny gift shopswhen she traveled from she discovered on the way.
I was drawn to her collection enough to start collecting them myself. Over the years, I fancied many thimbles enough to add them to my collection. My mother passed away a few years ago, and her thimbles were handed down to me. So I have meshed her collection and mine. When life slows down enough, for me to take notice of them lined up in my breakfront, I warm inside at the connection of her heart and mine.
