One little girl's dream.

On the top of my 5 yo GD's Christmas wish list was sewing things, basket; needles; etc.
Now this was right up this Grandma's alley and I set about to find her a special sewing basket (of the vintage kind) you know the type... real cane, pretty, large enough to grow with her, pink. The kind I always dreamt of having but never, ever, did get.

After I had searched the local super sewing stores and all the smaller haberdashery stores and saw my hopes, of providing "the perfect" sewing basket, all dashed in a parade of plastic and tin containers and fibreboard school-case look-a-likes.
What on earth was a Sewing Grandma to do? Was I doomed to fail after being assigned this most precious of tasks?

A girl's FIRST sewing basket should be special, shouldn't it? Not any old basket will do, right?
It has to evoke a desire to delve inside to find the hidden treasures of buttons and ribbons and pearl topped pins, pretty laces, fancy tape measures and pin cushions and thimbles and the smell of new fabric waiting to turn into a dress for a princess of unusually busty proportions.

Where on earth could I find such a special basket to deliver all these promises?
With time so short, would it arrive if I bought one online?

I guess I really had no other choice but to search Ebay for this Pandora's box to hold such delights.

With days running out I found it!
Now to win the bidding then pray it arrives on time????
That shouldn't be a problem, after all, we postponed our Christmas with the kids until the following week so it should get here in time and it's sure to be a winner as there aren't many little girls (here in Aus) who can say their Grandma got them a sewing basket all the way from France.

Well, here's the anti-climax, it didn't arrive in time because the seller forgot to put the crucial postcode on the package!!!

Still this Grandma thinks on her feet so after rounding up everything to fill a sewing basket, I found a gorgeous Denim backpack with butterflies embroidered on it and I filled it to bursting with all the vintage sewing goodies, including a hand made pin cushion (from Aunty Polly) and a hand made Needle case from Grams.

It was wrapped in pretty paper and placed under the tree, with great expectations of it being "just what I wanted Granma"

Well maybe it was this (the writer's) little girl's dream.

On the day, my GD didn't appear to be very enthusiastic about her gifts, in fact I got the distinct impression it may have been her Mum's idea of a wish list more than my GD's. Even Ray was disappointed but suggested that maybe her Mum was looking to start her on a hobby.

I was totally deflated. I don't know what I had envisioned, certainly not the unhappy little face with the disappointed eyes that I saw before me.

(see second post)