Winter and summer, snow and somersaults it sat there on Grandma's night stand. I never saw it at her sewing machine, a harder working pin cushion sat there. It must have been given to her by a friend to have such an honored place. Grandma slept in the upstairs room which I thought was magical. It seemed to be where she kept all of her treasured things, along with the herbs she was drying and the curing bars of soap. The pincushion always took my attention as it did my sister, Jennie's. The tiny little seat lifted up to reveal odds and ends of buttons and curious little things. No matter how often we visited her bedroom we always had to check and see if there were any new additions inside the seat. I'd love to have Grandma here today so I could sneak upstairs and look at her little pincushion.
Thanks to Kim at Daisy Cottage for her post today on Little Chairs for bringing back this memory.