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The birth of the mobile phone holder
posted in fabric wool buttons ribbons etc - 15-12-2009, 14:23
One of my earliest memories is of me playing with my Mother's button box. I loved to empty it on the floor and then sort the contents by colour, or by size, or by colour and size or by another permutation. The button box itself was a retreasured item. It was made sometime between the 1940s and 1960s from post cards covered in plastic that were then sewn together into a box and given to my Mother as a present. I only ever knew one other person with a similar box and she sat beside me in home-economics class. Coincidentally she was called Ida, just like my Mother!
When my Mother passed on I laid claim to the button box and have it to this day. Since my sisters lived abroad at the time I also ended up inheriting the contents of the attic relating to knitting and sewing: boxes and bags of wool and fabric. Some items were my own unfinished compositions from years back.
Then after our second house, second child, second car, second kitchen in our second house and umpteenth mess it was time for a massive clear out. It was time to do or die. I went up to the attic to get the wool and buttons and they were just about to 'die' and be buried along with my guilt for throwing awaying something that could've been put to good use, when I took one favourite ball of wool (the leftovers from the last jumper Mum knit me) and a unique button that matched and sat down in front of the telly with a crochet hook, my mobile phone and a vague image in my head from something I'd seen in a knitting magazine in the guest house we'd stayed at the previous Summer in the Isle of Man... and my first Mobile Phone Holder was born.
One of my earliest memories is of me playing with my Mother's button box. I loved to empty it on the floor and then sort the contents by colour, or by size, or by colour and size or by another permutation. The button box itself was a retreasured item. It was made sometime between the 1940s and 1960s from post cards covered in plastic that were then sewn together into a box and given to my Mother as a present. I only ever knew one other person with a similar box and she sat beside me in home-economics class. Coincidentally she was called Ida, just like my Mother!When my Mother passed on I laid claim to the button box and have it to this day. Since my sisters lived abroad at the time I also ended up inheriting the contents of the attic relating to knitting and sewing: boxes and bags of wool and fabric. Some items were my own unfinished compositions from years back.
Then after our second house, second child, second car, second kitchen in our second house and umpteenth mess it was time for a massive clear out. It was time to do or die. I went up to the attic to get the wool and buttons and they were just about to 'die' and be buried along with my guilt for throwing awaying something that could've been put to good use, when I took one favourite ball of wool (the leftovers from the last jumper Mum knit me) and a unique button that matched and sat down in front of the telly with a crochet hook, my mobile phone and a vague image in my head from something I'd seen in a knitting magazine in the guest house we'd stayed at the previous Summer in the Isle of Man... and my first Mobile Phone Holder was born.
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