Trash or treasure?

A treasure trove

Occasionally my mother and I salivate. Mostly over yarns and threads, where I go for the first and she goes for the latter. But sometimes, we both have a glimmer in our eyes and we are both a bit greedy.

See the brown/beige fabric at the back?
That would have been white originally!

Like the other day when my father came home with a little box. He had gotten it from somebody else who had gotten it from their grandmother. And the things in that little box were faded and discoloured. They were also enough to make a crafter's heart beat faster.

As I said there were faded and discoloured bits of fabric. Thin and not really of interest to either my mum or me. There was a little old blouse that was so damaged that neither of us had the feeling to save it. 

I loved that tiny bottle with its cork stopper
The needle tin is the one that says HEMA, a well-known shop in the Netherlands

There were several ribbons, some of the embroidered variety, others of the plain variety. There were some buckles, although how they had to be fastened to anything is anybody's guess. There was an old bottle of aspirin (also great for a hangover it said on the label) filled with tiny bead-thingies. There was a small tin with needles and such. There were buttons and threads.

Buckles that need a polish, linen buttons and a necklace without fastener.

For some that box would have gone straight in the skip. For us it was a treasure trove. Some of it we'll keep, other things will be moved on to somebody who does a lot of sewing (one lady makes dolls, perhaps she can incorporate some of the fabric).